modern poet

 

So say the poet was wrong, all he ever said was a lie,

He ran down ally ways holding the truth in the palm of his hand

As the town people cried out “Kill the Poet”, did he encourage

“Surrender those thoughts”, I watched

An endless high of suicide pride as we pulled triggers

I don’t think your going to not live my friend you suffer from suicide

Everything is an illusion; all you see is going to die

Your always going to be corrected, I’m sorry

My mentor explained to me,

so I killed him, dragged his limp body and buried it facing hell,

who are poeple to tell poeple how to live a life

Reviews

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really enjoyed reading this. Simply wonderful