I’ve been writing the Introduction to my book for the past week or so. I have all but finished it and will move on to working on the chapters I have already written to make sure everything makes sense. I closed the introduction with a poem I wrote today. Here it is.
The Iron Rod
This world is full of ugly things and God will never compromise.
This world binds with chords, not strings and sing sweet lullaby
That by and by lull like creep (sweet carrion)
And drown with stain the stings of death. Continue reading “The Iron Rod – A Poem”