The Poems of Learning and Knowing

I Give End

I Give End

Be I death

Whom await soldiers of America

Shalt this be I?

Thy grave among rich forest dirt?

Say you crying eyes

To the wind that carry

Thy whisper of sorrow

And longing amid

Stare me down

Deep within earth

Keep my ghosts

And take for luck

To whats of my old self

Be I death?

Shalt fate be my destiny?

Cry to my whole

I grasp the kisses of the unbreathing

- Dazia Joelle

~ I heard of something, what was it? Now I am back, just to take another life.. again.