Marked
I bear the marks,
On my skin,
The wild blesses me,
From within,
Cast out,
Left to die,
The people have left me,
I must survive,
The tide waits for no one,
Just as the sea and sky,
Light and...
A Tale Of One (Intro.)
A young man walked through the streets and he pondered, considering times past; from times at distant shores to last night in a bar. It was dark, at that time in that region of space known as a Town.
My Tree Tale :)
My mom wants to cut down my favourite tree,. Burn the burden along with a piece of me,. She wants to see my roots come through,. An experiment on what ill do,. She wants to watch me weep in sorrow ,.