The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Friday, August 3, 2012

Riding his own scree

He capped his gown
He sold his rock
He asked for success
He found his best

Yet the answers didnt come
He kept sucking his thumb
Lamplights saw his freedom
And the home of the brave

He did not forgive
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