Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war
lie stretching into dawn
unasked and unheeded. – Maya Angelou
Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war
lie stretching into dawn
unasked and unheeded. – Maya Angelou
Hello Everyone! My name is Marqus and I am 22 years old active duty. I grew up on the south with a pretty thick accent. I've been really big on poetry and writing fascinating literature work. Becoming a beautiful poet are like my dreams that dash and divided into a million stars. My view on life is that everything is like a big poetry book. You just have to make sense of it. View more posts