THE AFTERMATH

0 Comments

  • casp1
  • STAYING IN SPIRIT DESPITE THE MADNESS OF THE WORLD

THE AFTERMATH

KNOWING THAT SHE WASN'T READY I STILL PURSUED HER WITH A PASSION...I FOUGHT TO MAKE HER MINE, MINE SHE BECAME BUT IN VAIN...FOR HER HEART WAS AFRAID....I PROMISED TO HELP HER HEAL, TO CARRY HER THRU THE FLAMES...YET SHE COULDN'T MAINTAIN....FOR HER SOUL IS USED TO THE PAIN...

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

Unknown Source

casp1’s Poems (16)

Title Comments
Title Comments
UNTITTLED 0
OBSCURUS 1:1 1
THE NIGHT THAT I DIED 2
WE ARE..... 0
LOCUST IN MY SOUL 1
VISITORS FROM THE PAST 0
W.G 0
SEPTEMBER STORM 0
A RECITAL 0
FEAR 1
THIS WINTER OF MINE 0
OBSCURUS 0
HURRICANE 1
R.A.W 2 0
THE AFTERMATH 0
TO HER... 0