Little King of Sorrows

My Name Is Not Craig (Revised) - Poem by Little King of Sorrows

So his list I won't tag.
My maiden name's Sorrow.
Till another I borrow.
Intriguing protrusion.
Through world of illusion.
Bittersweet is the Lake,
Non-fiction or fake.
The Co-stars unfurled.
On stage to the world.
There is nothing to fear.
When recording a tear.
All writers of wonders.
Life's trophies and blunders.
From things we don't know.
Experience can grow.
No outlines of chalk.
Try my shoes for a walk.
Trade for a day. Was never my way.
Fences make foes, It's there I don't play.
No locks on the doors. No traps on my floors.
No attention infection, just weeping of sores.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 16, 2013

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