I turned to you in my hour of need,
You were kind enough to pay me heed...

Oh, to be relieved from secrets vast,
The happenings of a bleak past...

Sitting thinking,
rose beds near...

Too painful to remember,
Everything which came to be...

Walking on a beach at noon,
When everything is really grand...

I dream a dream,
Where there's only you and me...

It's more of a song than a poem. I lie. I wrote it...
Please vote. And I want honest opinions, none of...

INTRO:
This is something i've never tried before, but...

Hearken ye, who read these stanzas three,
I pose a riddle unto thee...

Five old men in beds,
in a hospital wing...

Murderers and scoundrels
and other words not fit for here...

Never forget,
the pictures of the faces of so many who died...