Find soul salvation in wasteland...
As reality slips away and I feel colder, the flame of my life seems to smolder, terrible thoughts of an inescapable past need to erase them no matter how long they last,
Destitution, peridition
Trepidations and lost
Keed reminding myself I'm strong enough to pay the cost as they come inside and poke, ponder and see, they take all my love strength, and sanity. Seems like I must enjoy this because I ask for it everytime- this pain is riddled with agony- yet feels sublime
I guess I should remember that this is a test and I should just look ahead
Maybe next time I won't put myself in a situation I'll dread.
YOU ARE READING
The Ugly Vampire
PoetryThis is a book of poems that my biological father, Anthony, wrote. The original book is literally poems my mother @ElleRose69 and father Anthony would write back and forth to each other, the relationship being 3 to 4 years long. The book shows a re...
