We buy hate for the road;
Taking the tide of time with us!
Life is but a pinch of clouds!
Comes and goes like the rainbow.
Yet we carry the Imortality of hatred in our bleeding heart.
Yet, at the dawn of sunset!
We would feel an ounce of blood flowing through the veins
Or the thirst of Water, galloping down our throat!
We are but a beautiful art of creativity!
Yet we glorify in vein things!
We're made of emotions and feelings.
Yet we bask at the oozing of blood.
On a cold hard, metal floor, flowing.
Yet at the dawn of sunset.
We are but naked in the eyes of death.
We're clay with the gift of breathe
And just ordinary footmen without swords on the battlefield.
We're humans with a pinch of vendetta;
Preying on weakness
Like manipulative bastards;
We're gods of betrayal.
And pretenders to love.
At the dawn of the sunset.
We would be guiltless!
Soulless!
And there will be void and space in our despotic heart.
We're like the ants of the sand.
Amassing wealth for a new tommorow.
We're live like Imortality lives in our pockets
But at the dawn of sunset.
We will be sitting in the comfort of a grave.
REMINISCENT of things we should have done
Such an epic piece! Nicely written @josediccus
Thank you so much brother
Preying on weakness
Line of the day
Hmmm thank you do much
thanks to u dear for sharing this quality contents with us. Pic and poetry are alike.
The lines of your poems touched my heart. The picture is quite fitting with poetry. Thanks for the nice post.
Wow. Beautiful.
The relationship of life and art in a poet's life has been marvelously reflected in this superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Well I'm glad I could really touch heart.