It pools at the ground,
and reaches for my feet,
Ideas of lies, sorrow and defeat.
The right-away alley,
That turns at the corner,
I walk through death valley,
At the cost of my warner.
Overwhelming calamity will always repeat,
No matter what we do to prevent,
God simply decides in his seat,
Even though we encourage relent.
Seeing through the hidden,
And knowing your risks,
Life in the moment,
Could be gone in a whisk.
So say the truth,
All day and all night,
For right-away alleys,
Will never lead to the light.
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Sins
PoetryHere are some of my thought provoking poems that could inspire you to become a poet or simply lighten your day. However, just a warning, most of my poems are a bit sad. Then again poems are suppose to be about the world, and the world isn't always a...
