a poet's conflict

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, March 26, 2013 0 comments

Whom on this night shall this poet write for?!
When anger and fortune take control and allow
That cycle of thought to form a task he implores
To deny him, how it reaches for him like bough
Besieged not for a chance of what life
Becomes a wonder within him but lies like a curse
Oh, to wear a crown of a king, wishes echoed polite
While hoping that feeling shall bring truth to immerse

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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