Sinner's AscensionA Poem by Austin SmithThis was an assignment for class that got favorable reviews, so I decided to post it up here. I hope you all enjoy!Sinner’s Ascension From an egg, I had to beg. An egg, beginning begging Dread at birth, No mirth. It’s bad to witness guns In hands, my hands. Money, cash in hands To live, for life. Guilty, bad, bonded Not to live, But to lose, Not for truth, A sham. Bad? Not good, Blood on Hands, Legs, Head, Body. Mom lives, Dad lives, Siblings live, Cousins live, Friends, live. To die. For life. Blood runs everywhere As I stand. Bullet in chest, In heart. To die. For Life. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. What what? No hole, no cut? Eyes shut, Not eyes open And no words spoken Of good. Yet what what with no hole and no cut, Eye flutter and shutter, then shut tight, To, to"to take flight? Burn? Soot and bruise, Men uncouth Twist and turn Polluting the air? Light. Light. Not bleeding, raising Blazing with light, The sky, Not to ponder, or to wonder of my fate? Not needing, proceeding high To Life, Breeding my life on Earth, Raising, Placing time. Time? Time is nigh, To rise high, A place in the sky, To despair is nigh, Not to cry, Not to die. My time is nigh, Rising high to Life. Good . . . Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye. Y. Y. I. i. © 2010 Austin SmithAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 5, 2010 Last Updated on November 5, 2010 AuthorAustin SmithGrand Terrace, CAAboutI've decided, with the conclusion of my time at a community college, to launch myself fully into the experience of writing. I shall no longer beat around the bush, methinks. more..Writing
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