To whom it may concern <br />the drip of bloody finger tips. <br />halts, impetuously, tousled by the wind <br />and the slip from my bloody lips <br />is a cause for me, to learn. <br /> <br />Turmoil is dangerously flattering. <br />The red eyes, sporting her absurd disguise <br />oh! the pleading eyes, overwhelms- my despise <br />I do believe it can go wrong. <br /> <br />The truth hides. <br />It slides stealthly in the shadows on the ground, <br />fast, expeditious it flows with leaps and bounds. <br />Yet lies are not shy, how the swoop how they fly <br />in the air. <br />To ease yet draw and vellicate my despair <br /> <br />Hope floats, even, <br />never snagging ground <br />though unrestrained it screaches, begs <br />it will be found. <br /> <br />to whom it may concern <br />hope is fragile <br />I have learned.<br /><br />Cody Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-whom-it-may-concern-10/
