Ribs of metal, heart of steel
Never worries a mind to heal
In the darkness rise above
From the top along where you shove
Disappeared a life to give
Reborn a spirit from the shiv
Iron binding never holding back
The boy defiled in such a shack
The cimmerian story uttered quiet
While money squandered starts a riot
A cut to save humanity itself
A razor shave cleans the shelf
Still on the bed of death are smiles
Upon the floor are empty vials
Used to cleanse the world of shame
Embarrassed of losing life's game
Raise a hand in final fight
Falls in pain of losing might
The last moons flicker
Messenger quicker
Walls grow thicker
Old man sicker
Dagger meets blood shining bright
Out the window the final flight
YOU ARE READING
From Mind To Quill
PoesíaA compilation of short poems written by Nathan E.L. Paynter. The content and meaning of each poem is inspired by many things including personal experiences, music, nature, and many others.
