RevelationsA Poem by ewest1220It will mean something different to everyone who reads itRevelations By: Ethan West I walk amongst this bitter place The pictures hang my face on high To see what was beyond my face Would take more than sweet natures' cry And yet, in morrow I debate My voice like teardrops to the wind Could life itself be in my hate My hate forthcoming from within I stand to fight the hall of mine Each picture ripped from dusty space Each joyous sound in steep decline And every sorrow on my face Till I yet find the one of mine That has a smile from his face Perhaps it would but give me time Time to finish off this space Yet in my heart I know him false The me I see in picture nigh And in this circle I will waltz The picture hanging from on high Till once again the picture gone And this sorrowed hall I then commence To rip apart the battered throng Of me and me I banish hence And if I'm lost I did not care I did not heed my worried tone The scattered me was shattered there And in this battered hall a throne And in this chair there bore a light The light which served to aid my fate A light which bore me greater blight And sealed me in with my own hate So here I stand before you now A broken, barren bitter slate But in my eyes I now see how To maybe free what I create And in this circle I'll arise And in this though I will begin To pray with all my heart of lies That this poem shall find it's end © 2012 ewest1220Author's Note
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Added on July 17, 2012Last Updated on July 17, 2012 Tags: Poem, Dark, Reflective, Thoughtful Authorewest1220Columbia Falls, MTAboutI have been writing for as long as I can remember. I have been featured in about 4 books, have won several contests for my work and currently have a paperback edition of my works. (Titled "A Winter Wa.. more..Writing
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