I am not what you think I am but I am
everything more.
I will kick up these chains and put your
knees on the floor.
To defy one such as me is certain to earn
you your death.
I have come much too far to be rid of my
title or of my breath.
Yet the opposing keep lifting and the
doors are still pounding.
I find these riots and these outbursts all
the more profounding.
But that will not stop me,
not a hundred men,
nor a hundred more.
The sky is blackened,
the crowds all red,
Just see what I have in store.
YOU ARE READING
Only Mine
PoetryI'll be updating poems everyday. I'm mostly doing this to vent so sometimes they won't make sense. :) Thanks for listening !! If you like them please Comment, Vote and Follow. Thank you! :)
