Digging back up old ashes
Never were sent into the wind
They're still hot and pulsing
Beating alongside my grave
...
You lost what you carried
Your luggage has been replaced
Carry along with me
Face the door
...
Your karma has finally killed your hair
Graying along your roots
Now you're standing in the mud
Right where you stuffed my lungs
...
You lost what you held
Your torch has been snuffed
Drag along with me
Open the door
...
Falling, you're screeching
Crying, blinding yourself
I'll give you comfort
Comfort from your victim
...
You lost what you sought
Hands are severed and bleeding
Stain along with me
Fall into the door
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2017 00:12
- Comment from author about the poem: About how karma gets to somebody that has done the same thing to you. You welcome them to the hole they put you in
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Comments3
This was serious Karma. Nicely done.
Thanks. No one should have to suffer, but karma is quite the bitch
Great write
Thanks
Welcome
karma will get you...I love this one writer! ww
Thank ya 🙂
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