Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

11 December 2014







No one knows you as you sit there in your hole
You are nothing for everyone
Like a moss covered stone deep in the forest you are not known
Your existence is nil, you do not be
Though, your will to become is far greater than the forest that holds you
You are invisible, you are not
Though, your power and ability is far greater than you can handle
You stay a ghost










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