Unwritten Rules (A poem)
On a quiet night The corn stalks will shiver And even if you aren't there to witness it- The bare facts remain We shall never be the same A poem is not what the writer wants it to be It's how the reader interrupts it; So even if you don't consider this to be one, Or the one above, It is neither here nor there. I know how I like it. It is only yours to roam. Such as how the explorers ravaged The land of the natives When the first arrived. They either liked it; Or needed to have control over it. So take these ideas, These miss matched words And make another world. One that's yours- One untold and only for you That is of course unless you choose to share it- Like I have with you.