I never looked down
and i never thought twice
Could just be the reason
I never saw you on the inside
I walked above and fought like beast
I never heard the songs wrote for me
You don't have a voice
you didn't get the choice
so struggle, as you gasp for air
you wasted it all for evanescent prayers
Where was I when the blood was drawn
steel birds flew east like a bad song
where was I when you died that night
I'll never forget what I set right
The bloodshed down below I never quite recognised
the man deep inside, who was I to be here tonight
when you were dying for the better half of our fight
I never wrote a sonnet of any worth
but I screamed my words from Heaven to Earth
you were unlucky, you didn't get a voice
no one ever thought to give you the choice
so struggle, and fight, as you gasp for air
you wasted all your days in evanescent prayers.
Defalt
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wow
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ok rereading it you could probably make that into a song, I've never seen a deeper poem.
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wow. I cant think what else to say. It had me slightly confused but I like poems that do that. IT makes me less focused on the obvious details and more focused on the poem its self, few poems have had this effect on me.
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