The day after will be of fear and pain,
Though this may not settle the dust,
but a few souls will be at peace.
Wounds will itch for a lot longer,
bruises will burn for some more time,
but it needs to be done to gain the lost pride,
the lava is viscous enough,
to char the infested wood,
the clock is ticking,
the planets are revolving,
the time is passing,
Fear those who need to,
because last wishes do not always come through.
5 comments:
hmm...
what r u thinking about gurl?
nice poem..
hot one!
good poem and reflection but just a simple message to u this year has changed everyones life
Really good poem keep it up
well thanx to the people who liked it..
those who didnt well..ummm....my blog aint tht borin!
those who didnt understand..well...this poem is full of anger piled up in one's head...frustration ...venting it and etc etc....
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