Poetry, Quill

Broken Land

I walk this crooked earth alone

With the devil by my side

And angelic voices that rose alone

Somehow skipped past my ear

And I woke up after all that I’d done

Oh the blood that’s on my hands

Is it something that I did?

Or a myth from a broken land.

One thought on “Broken Land”

  1. Doris says:

    Hi there! Such a good post, thank you!

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