The gate

• Artist: Inu baby 123
• Description: When I get bord I write poetry. So This is only one one of the many I have written. Lets hope its good...
• Date: 10/20/2009
• Tags: gate

Tired and hungery
We crawl to the gate,
The gate which we belong,
But only as an act,
An act of desparation.
We always knew where it was,
And what it held,
But never quite knew when to go.
What it was we knew perfectly well,
But never quite understood why it held it.
As we cross that final threshold,
We see what we knew,
But never understood.
To the gate of...