Things Poem by Paige Thomas

Things shred,
Things dread,
Just before a tear is shed.

Don’t be fooled,
karma’s cooled,
but will be back again.

form a mountain,
take a fountain,
of youth it shall poor.

Fighting dreams,
or for what it seems,
anger has it’s toll.

Shout it out,
from your mouth,
for you have words to show.

Can you take? ,
a single stake,
to hurl her from her flaws.

What you breathe,
it shall heave,
from side to side in the breeze.