Ezekiel Geoffery


By The Wind And The Fire - Poem by Ezekiel Geoffery

How have I began, now that the wind and the fire interface with the rage of war. To whom should I run to as master, the fire which shall burn me out or the wind that seizes and flings me about. Which shall I run to for shelter, the promise of this world or thoughts of my heart. Why has the ocean of satisfaction suddenly gone dry! what fountain have I began, which flowed down to my thirst? what mission have praised my imagination, giving me a cheap fake victory sold out even cheaper. Now by the wind and the fire. Life has loosened me death have bundled me. The fight is not the fight I thought it is only a sacrifice.


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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/12/2014 6:30:00 AM)

    only sacrifice, I like it, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014


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