Poems from br455_5ch014r
Re: cycle
When birds are bursting with the
Pain of a plastic belligerence;
When fish are found inside the
Suffocating circles of...
Hoping like a child would,
Was the demise of my childhood.
Suffering tyrannical oppression for most of my life,
Created a demon inside of...
I look into the mirror and see more than a reflection.
I look into my past and see more than just a child.
I look into the soul of a boy...
The bittersweet smell of the oil,
the life of my own and others gone in an instant.
The burning of the fire,
churning in my stomach.
Barely...
The glistening wave of heartbreak
descend from the cheek...