Breathe
in the smoke that fills the air,
lingering from the fire that died
Feel
the ashes that rest upon your skin
pulled tight over your bones
bleached out
Hear
your gasping breaths
sucking in air,
and hearing the tick of the clock
counting down
See
me,
standing there between the pillars,
darkened wood and ash
burning,
existing to only see you fall.
Taste,
the bitterness of your own medicine
poured down your throat,
into the body of a dying man
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PuisiPoems, just poems. This is pretty much my notebook, where I write down stray thoughts and ideas. These poems are not always about me or anyone specific. Highest Ranking: #53 6/8/17 #106! 4/25/17 #94! 4/26/17 #85! 4/27/17 #78! 5/1/17 #71 5/8/17...
