Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


Slothboy and I


Slothboy and I,
watching years pass us by,
our mysteries and capers,
spilled upon tattered worn papers.

The struggle of life,
usually portrayed by a knife.
We laugh and we read.
A feast of poems to feed.

See what I found?
I kept some around.
He buried it deep.
This book he did keep.

Angry and jaded.
Our ink never faded.
Demons and Angels.
Our life from all angles.

A decade or more,
So descriptive the gore.
Friends that we had,
The good and the bad.

When I get me some time,
there are many a rhyme.
I do wish to share.
Walk through our minds, if even you dare!

Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013

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