Poems from sri114
Sadness
It pricks you like a pin
Anger
You wear it like a second skin
Drama
You play the part to get in
Fear
You fill with adrenaline
Envy...
Words become less of a story themselves
Than they are the story of the writer
The story of the battles unknowingly fought,
And, at the time...
When the light hits the bottom of the box, he knows he is done,
When the light hits the bottom of the box, and the grains in the cardboard...
Give me something to die for Bless me with martyrdom Proffer to me, the glory of a selfless end Show me a death worth...
Today was someone's
Tomorrow; later; next time
Yesterday was yours.