Book

Here lie my last words. The days past unheard.

My blue ribbons underneath my blue bell dress,

Beating pulses leave my unrest.

Crack my skin, my raw hide. Unplug my dreary master, untied.

Lessons never learned, words spoken never heard.

Die the old me and be reborn, my rebirth be warned.

My second coming will be repeated, time over lapping, pleated.

Setting sun on my final thoughts undone, reborn into another war not won.

The mind of mine wasted over time,

My untimely death for God is a crime.

I have wrought on myself,

My book has no sequel, put me back on the shelf. 

Reviews

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Rhymes are masterfully executed.

I am under an impression that the Book is unpleased with itself for it had not taught anyone, but the book failed to see that learning is a matter of the reader. The Book did well!

[Pushkar Prabhat]

hopelessness..........disappointment.............
this is sad and beautiful........romantic.........
i loved it!!!
:)