Who Are the Writers?

Who are the writers?

And If there were no days,

 would they use the nights to flit about?

 

Who are the writers?

Well perhaps we're unseen.

Bare figments of skin.

Aspired to wreck the habit of bad silence and the taste of mild gin.

 

To change the great madness

We've learned to fashion gladness.

Put art's in a name

Generate true havoc.

 

When the next storm comes

We must make more sweet anthems.

Precede and recede from both our dreams and our themes.

Glimmering, Glimmering, Glimmering.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rhea752]

I really like this part

Well perhaps we're unseen.
Bare figments of skin.

This is a great poem!!! :)

[Stefon Napier]

Thank you!