I think back when the great battle that took us like cattle ...but we raised like fire and cast out like smoke.
The truth is Hidden in the earth..
Like water giving birth it will surround you..
I raise my horn to my one eyed friend .
Never seen to be noticed but will never be forgotten ..
It was written as I bleed with honor and sainity..
poetic honesty that he is so real I can just reach out and feel his fellow friends touching me back. Beauty as the wolves howel his name...
This is no game..
I have no shame in this reality it is mine...
So be it...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
