This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
The lightning is lighting the stiff trees standing
Along the lane where we lost ourselves, struck
By our lust and our strength that stole through the stolen
Time laid before us, stripped of the leers in our stares.