My Poetry

Woes

WOES a.
I feel my heart pounding against my skin,
I feel the rain come to compete with my race
I see the fog try to clothe my path,
I see the world trying to fade before my eyes.

A stranger I was, a stranger I am,
The world has hated me since I started my path,
My hands are always aimed for the kill as I walk within the frost and fight.
Who can quench the fire burning deep within my heart.

A trumpet, who blows atop the mountain?
An earthquake which aims for my standing
Even in my distress I still try to survive.
The groans of my muscles do tell I might not last the night.

WOES b.

Dark as the night the stranger sauntered through the woods,
He stumbled like a drunkard, like one drunk from his woes.
His eyes has not seen good, and his heart has known only pain.

He cries but no one will listen,
his words are taking by the winds,
his life has been only a dust,
his will has become shit.

Groan like a man bowed down to death,
oh mighty ones lift not your hands,
strangers of old pass not within his path,
Leave him so he may die in peace.

Look out to the oceans and see,
There are nothing but sand dunes laid in deceit,
The stranger looked at him,
and kicked him right on his shin.

Oh that a storm will come on,
oh that he could roar and the world thunder.
Oh that his eyes could see,
the victory laid before him.

The stranger fell to his feet,
his eyes the color of burning brass,
he stared at no one,
as he closed his eyes to die.