Poems from khols365
The pendulum begins to swing,
Each pass ticking away at my time left.
How long before I hear the blade sing?
By then, perhaps I will be...
All of these battles fought before,
no one will win this war.
Madness driven by coexistence,
Given a chance for repentance.
Different...
On darkened hill a soldier stands,
Letter in his hands.
Never to see,
Only to be.
To home the letter will ne'er reach,
Contents ne'er...
Once escaped despair relentlessly yearning
For rabid decimation.
Now wherever rueful learning’s shift towards
You, ultimately yielding...
Beautiful in silence
Passing in grievance.
My heart shall love evermore,
my tale nothing but ancient lore.