Left Behind Poem by andrew reeves

Left Behind



Slaughter the present
Everyone in dismay
King becomes peasant
Precision a fray

Rip through the memories
The good times and bad
Tossed to the ocean
Never to come back

Images pristine
Reality a dream
The old ones consumed
The search presumed

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: relationships
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