Curtis Mosby

Rookie (1/30/82 / baton rouge louisiana)

Upon The White Owl Of Cessation - Poem by Curtis Mosby

The white death found me unforgotten in a place that is rotten.
I want no more of this life after that night.
He saw my pain in the middle of nowhere I became someone
On my destiny as I walk with my end.
Die shall I before the sun come thier will be peace
in thy heart.
That gaze into the eye's of a beautiful death.
Burn my desire to fly with the moments that are left.
I soar amongst the clouds with my head in the sky.
Along with the white shadow I rise.
Beyond all crie's the world has to offer.
I recieve it like a gift as it lift the burden of life
off my shoulder's.
I am getting colder but peaceful within my soul.
Life was never my creation.
I saw the freedom of salvation.
Upon the white owl of cessation.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

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