PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Weary we had stood at some point in life

of some hellish passage made on earth

sometimes lost with no direction to go

confused somewhere I guess we got stuck



Mortality wraps us around its rotten thumb

we find sooner or later than the word death

it's much closer to us than the drawing night

as we slumber in our leftover's unwrapping dreams

In the illusive flight of some vanity and glory's vain