If a bullet were to find me
In its mid flight
I shall join my brethren
In there everlasting night
As my soul is sent
Reality will be bent
As a contortionist on the stage
I will turn my last page
As I take my last breath
The blood flows steadily ore my chest
Thoughts flow through my head
With the reality I will soon be dead
Dark clouds around me steaming
Deep within my head I’m screaming
A scream of terror and defiant passion
I pray to God that he will have compassion
i was really bord so i decided to read some pomes yours is really well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice i like it, i like all ur poems -i think-