You wanted more?
Well life's a bore.
I'm not sorry.
Just wanted to say, I don't hate you anymore.
You tried your best and it wasn't enough.
Death was calling but nobody answered.
We passed each other by on the street,
death smiled that uneasy wicked smile,
not today.
I was broken, beaten and scarred.
Bloody and toxic, raped of life.
Always my fault, always my doing, I can't complain.
Soul forged in a lake of fire.
Who knew such evil could give birth to such good?
I am an infant born anew every minute.
An insightful piece written from the heart. Thanks for sharing Brandon.
I see a little of myself in these words. You have achieved a lot. I Enjoyed reading your poem of the day. Good luck.
'Soul forged in a lake of fire. Who knew such evil could give birth to such good? I am an infant born anew every minute. '..is such a nice write. Enjoy the poem on certainty of death.
Death the assured end of all living beings and a fact of destiny. great.
Death smiled that uneasy wicked smile! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brandon, such a great poem... congrats for being chosen...10+++