Inside me lives this story trying to become
Unfolded upon this Rocky Road under the
Blister snow so I guess it had made me
Bitter cold too many empty souls rotted
From the inside out dying out but still I
Sprout I was made to shout and scream
Through these vivid dreams came Reality
It's a Tragedy that came reluctantly pain
Ful Life could be an handful I relive my
Memories for all eternity as they flash
Through my eyes the pain can't be denied
Because of my tragic past of people dying
Fast so what happens when we become Extinct
People never think as people constantly
Sink under gravel and sand hitting the asphalt
I guess It's my fault three friends are dead
It's hanging over my head haunting me talk
About longevity it weighs on my mind heavily
It's Judgment day I have no words to say I
Hope I don't go to hell today it's life I've
Already failed hoping not to turn back to ash
Before my time while shivers begins to fill up
The spine I see father time begin to chime
Making me Mime keeping every secret
Reassuring Myself I don't ever leak it Evil
I never try to speak it but what can you do
When you're defeated constantly heated I
Look at the faces of Legions as hearts
Begins to pace I envision every race my
Ancestors from the past centuries begins
To fill up the mental space so how can I
make haste as salvation continues to be
Chased has me looking up in space it's
Just stars that are left to shine as I leave
My footprints upon this earth my girth
Ever since my birth product of being hurt
So explain that Chasity I see the things
That became a part of me hounding me
Relentlessly it must be the art in me
Painting pictures for all eternity
7/24/2015
Eversince my birth a product of being hurt. A brilliant poem Laquory. Life is not a bed of roses
Because of my tragic past of people dying Fast so what happens when we become Extinct People never think as people constantly Sink under gravel and sand hitting the asphalt. painting pictures for all eternity. wonderful thought and very poetic.... you think a lot, about life and death. tragic moments and its memories. well portrayed. thank you very much. tony
it's Just stars that are left to shine as I leave My footprints upon this earth my girth Ever since my birth product of being hurt it must be the art in me painting pics of eternity. such a very nice poem. it took time for me to read and understand. thank you very much for this great work. tony
As I was reading this poem, it came to me! A connection between your poems, I find them to be rapid, telling a story like a staccato rhythm, and then it hit me! Your poems have the tempo of rap, you could rap your poems very easily! Great writing once again.10+++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Laquory, I can feel the pain within your words. A couple of things. Just watch out where you put capitals where they are not needed. And start and end of sentence. To make your word roll better off the tongue. Nicely done. Anna.