I feel I have been walking for days.
So I look behind to see
How much of the grassy road i cast away.
The road, whose grass is red instead of green.
Red - this trail of red had followed me.
Its source is still unknown.
Wait! I am the source, it seems.
But from where has it been born?
Behind my right ankle is a neat slice.
I wonder how I didn't feel it.
Deep is the gash i was trying to find
And the red is spurting out of it.
Stop! I drop to the ground beneath.
My body begins to feel light.
The red is fast in covering up the green
And suddenly, it shows me my plight.
They say, "Flashes of life like a movie, you'll see."
I scoff and shout, "Bullshit!"
All that you will really see
Is black Fate with you in his grip.
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Poems
PoetrySome are dark. Some are deep and some are just plain thoughtful. But ALL are from the heart. Sorry I suck at descriptions. But the poems are worth a try :) Updates will be slow. I write one poem in one month. But when they do come out, they are wor...
