Poetry by David Easom
Into my memory
As if for some unforeseen self imposed destiny
Over which I hold no power
I dream of time where I cannot control my movements
By th
its raining hard with thunder bolts,
and lighting with a thousand volts,
you try your hardest to keep dry,
it seems the rain wont let you by,
yo
The earth is stained with human anguish,
By such infamous deeds we can’t dismiss,
Why should we all die in terrible torment,
Or be stuck down at a
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