Exactly!! Me too, I just let mine go wherever they want!
((HUGS))!
Up late tends to make for dark poems sometimes.
The Cost
Dark winds,
wander across a barren plain of late,
echoing emptiness.
Only memories,
exist where man once did,
remnants drying.
Empty world,
where only wind moves now,
the last laugh.
They killed God,
and lost everything in their hate,
as Angels wept.
Haters ruled,
separating Him from His flock,
by legal fête
All had to kowtow,
and all paid the final price,
for the few.
Dark winds,
wander across a barren plain of late,
echoing emptiness.