they seem to kill me off with each blow
And I keep coming back with each breath
my words cut a fine line between who you seem to be and who you really are
but I'll feel the recoil like it was a gun
I have gone to far
But you strayed away from the trail of fate
Left by lost dream and the dying hopes
of the young ones that live in my heart
then hear the drums in my stomach
trying to be beat against the rhythms of the dearly departed
And all the golden thoughts
deep with in the sinner soul
all you notice is his wings
with the light the touches the heavens within your mind
let it enlighten your mind
and if you say your mind is already enlighten
there's some darkness you have yet not to recognize
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thoughts and questions
PoetryThis is my first real poetry book. It's about the things I ask and the stuff I wonder about. Maybe it's relatable maybe not, just take a look. This will be me. My thoughts and questions. This will be me. Some I rhymes some I don't. This will be m...
