Month: January 2015

Poems The Icognito Writer

The Introductory Poem

f there truly was a god, he’ll come to our aid
Whether is light, darkness, warmth or snow
And save us from this ghoulish raid
And then I’ll know
That there is some sort of heavenly power
Stronger than mountains, gentler than a flower
Watching over us at each and every hour
Protecting us when things turn sour
But as the town turns to dust I’m forced to believe
That the illusion of an heavenly power is nothing more than a dream
And as my strength is being relieved
I believed we have all been deceived