Poetry

A slap across the face

dragonink90

Struck like stone

hitting those sieving trays

You get at Legoland, hunting

For fool’s gold.

All gold is fool’s gold to me, the wish to claim

It just as childish as that game.

People get offended when you call them that.

Because no-one is allowed to be like that anymore.
 

Published by dragonink90

I'm an autistic author of fantasy and speculative fiction, and also a poet.