Born In IncrementsA Poem by Bohrium GuyThoughts on how life progresses and ends....Pain and screams, nine months in dreams Held tucked away alone in a bubble
Hearing sounds voices, argument of choices Suspended by a single chord of trouble
The contractions cries, the breathing sighs The passage gateway to hell opens
Quickly rush and turn, slipping out the urn Behold the light shines on me to bright
Swept away by human hand, a towel I will land Wiping clean dirty debris left from life
Tears falling of joy, look I am a new toy People grabbing eagerly to hold me
Time is passing by, in growing up I try Lessons taught by people blind
Now a teen not in youth, taking tests in a booth Mathematics that really won't apply
My adult hood strikes, the road has spikes Depression grips my soul
Lots of wrinkles stay, hair has turned to gray My body longs to return to youth
My body now lays still, life lost its thrill A coffin I will stay © 2015 Bohrium GuyFeatured Review
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Added on November 30, 2015Last Updated on November 30, 2015 Tags: Life, Death, Increments AuthorBohrium GuySomewhere close...., OHAboutJust words of expression... *** For the record: If you friend me and someone emails you a tale of mischief making light some negative remarks. You need to make your own conclusions and decisions. I.. more..Writing
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