Gold that shimmers so bright
when you put it before the light
but what does it take to get the gold you hold
the life you took or stole;
above your head, your sword
comes down on an innocent soul
is it worth paying for;
that piece of gold you killed for?
that one life that exist no more
for that gold that will come and go.
YOU ARE READING
Life
PoetryI write hoping you will join me in this insanity and find it as beautiful as I do. So say you'll join me in this crazy ride where you will be revealed my crazy imagination.
