Wouldn't someone like to see some persistence
Of a man who once had an existence
Push against a wall made of plaster
Turned into a global disaster.
I'd like to know where it all started
To a time I hadn't departed
Maybe where it all began
A place I hadn't ran.
Many times had I run
I only thought I was done
But my life was far too vast
It flew by too fast.
And now I realize
The soul in real eyes.
So sternly I believe
That my soul can retrieve.
Neck on a knife
Taken to the afterlife.
I tried to make sense
Notice it was past tense.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
