Clouds
Fallen from graceAngelic smiling faceCannot hideThe demons insideNor find a wayTo make me stayWithin prison wallsSociety callsLife
Copyright © 1985 Sean P. Pratt, all rights reserved
The Origin Story: This poem was taken from one of my art pads. Back in my Lost years when I was a teenager I spent a lot of time drawing and writing poetry, usually within the same medium. I was very introspective and existentialist at that time. Some of these poems will be published here and defined as part of the "Lost" years.