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This poem is about death. |
There were moments as a baby, That I certainly will not discuss. My father always had the thoughts that maybe, All the fuss would go adjust. But as a child growing up, Nothing changed in life. Never did I receive that cup, Where nothing goes wrong minus any strife. Then the time of adolescence came, When all in life went amuck. Little did I know of fame, Until that day of my sorrowful tuck. But before I converse of the ground, I must enlighten of where I left myself behind. I dressed my body in a gown, The one my father loved when we dined. I took the sash about my neck, Sensing the soft finger of the silk. My father then strolled in from the deck, And witnessed the lifeless chandelier with guilt. Now I convene in a cell, I do, Wondering why I just could not fly. I realize changes should have been new, But I did not want the chance to say good-bye. I see the blood of death in here, And many faceless bodies lay. With many cries of fear, I hear, In the many hours and minutes of my horrid, horrid days. Closely the dragon breaths his fire, With his horns and hooves we stay astray. I finally see the place I live, Knowing it’s all because of yesteryear. Now I wish I would have lived, The day I left the world behind. But now I must dwell within the gates I give, Where my neck will always bind. Oh, so do I wish the vision of fate, Would not have taken my life away. But because I decided to leave all the hate, My soul must always dwell in the fiery pits of hell. |