May 12th, 2016
A poem is to be written
with such great thought.
It shall not be forgotten
like a battle well fought.
Death is far away
but I can still see Him there.
So I'll live it up in this life
that is ever so unfair.
I will write until all life is lost
in my heart and fingers,
while hope rests in my soul
that my words will linger.
Thus have I wrote these words
that tell part of my life story!
Words written on sunny days
and nights that were stormy.
My fingers and my heart
are all that I need
to go through my life;
to go and succeed.
Pencil and paper,
my only real loves.
They fit me just like
a warm pair of gloves,
YOU ARE READING
Reaper's Plague
PoetrySince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
