Courage to live
Courage to die
I am here and don't know why
Should i explain my case
Or let them cry
Can't fake it no more, can't tell them the truth, can't leave them alone.
They're on to me
Gotta make a move
This father's light is dim
They look at me with bright eyes
Where are my stories, where did my enthusiasm go.
I found it in my father
But now it's ash around my neck.
Memories have nothing on the dialog of the living
A spirit full of ideas and good things to come
I thought i was it, but the ash around my neck says nothing.
The totem that stole my voice
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Author:
Jesse G. (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2018 18:00
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Comments2
You creatively convey a piece with such symbolism and meaning, so great job! I love your usage of figurative language in this piece. It's powerful.
great write i can see just how much you wanted to get the theme across
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