My Book of the Dead
lies before me
full of blood and sorrow
from the long distance past
Each name placed on parchment paper
by my quill and ink
date and cause placed as well
a reminder of my sins
Many reasons for this blood shed
but no excuse can remove the sorrow
of taking life within mine own hands
can no one shed light on my reasoning
My Book of the Dead
will always lie before me
flood of blood and sorrow
for the ages still to come…….
to remind me of what I have done!
~vampira1665~
you can forgive yourself and learn from the past, but never forget it
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Great Write here Vampira. Loved the flow of this piece. I liked everything about this poem. Well done
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