Friday, May 20, 2016

Sky Fell

          Sky Fell

Words fell as fiery hell,
Sky fell.
Just left a burnt out shell,
Charred smell.

Core singed,
Mind cringed.
Emotions binged,
Deep within.

Soul scarred,
Thinking marred.
Journey barred,
Struggled far.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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