Angry and tempered,
Flare the raging blaze,
Slaying all life upon its intrusion,
Ceasing all hope upon site,
A spectacle and memory reeking with sorrow.
The future this shares,
Sharing the concepts and pains,
Brotherly to a terrible blaze,
The fires within boundless in hatred,
But short lived is anger,
Only to fester into sadness.
Today the future is clear and shaded,
Undeniable the soon to be bestowed upon me,
Laughter dancing upon crys for redemption,
For when the yet to come is know,
Then the once was are all but meaningful.
If only it wasn't I,
Who must suffer the fate concocted by mischief,
And if only it was I,
Who could declare,
Tomorrow is a new day.
Author notes
Written February 3rd, 2005
What did you think
Comments
-
I have a poem called -When Yesterday Was Tommorrow- i wrote it a long time ago
-
hrm...interesting poem I have to say that I didn't really understand the middle of the poem although I thought the ending was pretty nice.
Poetry-4-Life
-
A spectacle and memory reeking with sorrow.
That was an amazing line for meh. Serious kudos, dearie. This entire write impressed me; I truly enjoeyed it, and I look foreward to more of you work. Its always awesome when I find people like you. -
"If only it wasn't I,
Who must suffer the fate concoted by mischief"
So true and very east to relate too. This piece was very inspired, great work!
Love,
Katy
~*LiquidLullaby*~
Adding your comment:
