Poems from Dman1123
When all seems lost
And hope has fled
What solace can I find
But that of ink and paper.
The pen is mightier
Than the sword
But some nights...
The splendor of
Freshly fallen snow,
Can be compared not
To that of man’s creation
For creations of steel and sweat
Lack the life of a...
What sweet relief
Found only under
The sweet ministrations
Of razor’s edge,
Noose’s end and
Pill bottle bottom.
Burned lack
Bled dry
Bathed...
When the smoke clears
Rubble stands,
The system broke
And death walks free.
The body lies in the street
The gun smoking
And when the smoke...
It’s nights like these that
I wander the streets
And thing, am I worth
As much to you as
You mean to me.
It’s nights like these that
I ask...