By Arcassin Burnham
Walking Through a lot of dead shadows,
Dirt covering the coffin leaves a dry rose,
We-don't-want-no-one-to-know-we,
Exist..
The troubles of the world creates a wormhole,
For the fears that you posses and brewed up on a clean stove,
Theres-no-need-to-worry-we'll-be,
Okay..
Might Have dealt with some issues in the pass,
Girlfriend left you for a guy that drives fast,
You-hope-they-just-both-end-up-in,
a crash..
But There is no need to be so hateful,
In a world of sin and people raised shameful,
Why-don't-you-just-be-your-own-man,
today..
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2017 11:53
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/02/a-man-today.html
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 20
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