Sitting in the naughty corner,
using up all of my
dismal present, talking of
our ancient
history.
Angry and broken,
I find another lonely
horse, and a knight
in rusted
armor.
Strong willed minds,
think alike as
we fight for
a loveless
home.
Pictures, watercolor
images; look
strangely
obscene now.
Still we are two
actors in a
tragedy, so vile
it's become
comedy now.
A stormy marriage
left me to
walk through
life with a black
cloud overhead
ready to
erupt.
Dividing possessions,
just like splitting
hairs. You laugh,
I die.
Honest Abe once said history is not history unless it so true, it so true today that history is very much with us, all u've done here is to bring it back, job well done thumbs up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah.history is full of conquests and tragedies.still we could see many epic romance stories there.