steps taken closer to the line
footsteps in the sand so fine
tracks over laying twisting like twine
going deeper and deeper into no mine
a no mine of coal the color of red wine
turns turning feet stepping to find
find rocks, rocks? hold up rewind
that noise its piercing strongful swine
can't stand that screaming please be kind
what have i stumbled into?
what have i stumbled?
what have i?
what have?
what?
but it appears that you know what you're talking of in the first part then you suddenly asked a question like you're lost or something.
the poems are not quite coherent with one another, i think.
i like the last few lines...
no offense!
pls. comment on my poems