Thursday, April 17, 2008

A Poem by Gary R. Hess

The author has requested that we include a link back to the point of publication. To see the following poem at the author's own web site, along with more of his work, click here.
Strong and sober times of old
Walking, creeping towards inner time
Small cravings across the land
Wondering, thinking till time has come
Feelings amongst those of old
Haunted now and structured future
Scent of ranched tyranny
Fill the air
Touch of gold left behind
Growing pains and slender bliss
Crying lower beneath the skin
Tears pouring, listening to all was done
Nothing comes or goes
Nothing seems to change
All is still the same
Luxuriant days of hope
Obsessed nights of lustful energy
Virgin minds sown together
Exasperated Humanity
The author's web site is http://www.poemofquotes.com
submitted by Michael Gens