CY (3/10/93 / Round Rock Texas)


Piercing screams and hollowed dreams,
Open wounds, Death blooms.
Scraped skin, poor kid, he just turned

Slaughtered hate, Burst down the gate
Now I see, this is my fate

Clayton J. Young

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Another wonderful poem. Love the style of presentation,10+