Five inches of chrome to my chest,
Reinforced by blood and bone,
Will grant me eternal sleep,
Covered by ash and stone.
Today I will be known.
Tomorrow I'll be forgotten.
My most valued gift will disappear,
And my greatest instrument rotten.
YOU ARE READING
I feel (the things I don't say)
PoetryWe fear the unknown. The mind holds knowledge, knowledge is power and with power we conquer our fears.
