He stands,
Watches
As the cold wind brushes his feet
Afraid to move,
To see the gory sight
He stops,
Thinks for a second
Then realizes
Its too late
He's pulled in,
Part of it now
Him and it make a whole
He dies,
A new is alive.
So these are some of the poems I've written, some don't have a title. If you think you have a title for one... More
He stands,
Watches
As the cold wind brushes his feet
Afraid to move,
To see the gory sight
He stops,
Thinks for a second
Then realizes
Its too late
He's pulled in,
Part of it now
Him and it make a whole
He dies,
A new is alive.