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

Okay guys,

A posted this poem a while back:

If there truly was a god, he’ll come to our aid
Whether in 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
And I’m going to use it in the book but I can’t come up with a name for it, so what do you guys think?

I am not who I say I am but who my writing says I am; my characters define me. Like puppets in a play, they tell you who pulls the strings. I'm not who I say I am; I'm who you think I am.

2 comments on “The Introductory Poem

  1. The Disillusioned?

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