by Arcassin Burnham
Going through a life filled with pain,
Thought Being born in this life was a shame,
In the making it was love I always wanted from my family
and friends and a girl to call my name,
cut a human being off like a speeding limit,
Only to be pulled over with a speeding ticket,
learning to do right in an economy that doesn't care
about your well-being, or your soul and spirit,
You were in it,
honorable mention,
linked up all your limits,
and the feelings, well,
they just left and did some feral shifting,
Stuck in a dark fantasy or maybe a death stranding,
i was here from the beginning and when you took your last standing,
you were,
misunderstood in a world full of impurity,
lived for the love of another in this monstrosity,
serve a near purpose for people you'd die for in eternity.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 16th, 2017 12:57
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/03/spiraled-memories.html
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Comments1
Good write, enjoyed the tempo of the words.
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