I Am.
I Am.I Am.
At times I sit and wait and wonder,
Do I have the time to ponder?
Why do I drift away from my realities?
Do I abide to structure and formalities?
No. I hastily appeal to horrible tragedy.
My life has written more than spirituality for those who seek offering,
but few set pilgrimage to find.
but few set pilgrimage to find.
Inner feelings of grief and anger and fear,
Transgressed into judgement an ended life near.
an empty promise of burning flesh,
prevented my audience from drifting away,
not blinking an outstreched blood-shot eye,
while only reading morbid words I could never write,
before my youthful spirit died.
an empty promise of burning flesh,
prevented my audience from drifting away,
not blinking an outstreched blood-shot eye,
while only reading morbid words I could never write,
before my youthful spirit died.
So I sit and think to myself and wonder,
Will I move on or will I wait and ponder?
What is the true meaning of life?
With so much pain and lasting emotion,
No one hears my souls devotion.
Yet, I listen to what Death is telling me,
I listen to his lies as I help him sew his sterile seeds,
My help he doesn't need,
and his flowers can not grow to die.
I live in the trash bin of society,
A treasure worth only a pseudo sigh,
but it's value immense to me.
The horrid smell of rotting peas my only friend today,
not even a beggar forage nearby.
My help he doesn't need,
and his flowers can not grow to die.
I live in the trash bin of society,
A treasure worth only a pseudo sigh,
but it's value immense to me.
The horrid smell of rotting peas my only friend today,
not even a beggar forage nearby.
Becoming only a mystery,
remembered,
but I Am no longer alive.
remembered,
but I Am no longer alive.
BKrabbit
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