texastickler
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This is a new poem. Please lend me your thoughts. Please be honest.
Thanks in advance,
Tom
THE ENDING
It doesn’t matter
That’s what they say
They brandish their weapon
As they enter the fray.
Death and darkness
Mean nothing to them
They kill without conscience
A soul to condemn!
Why so much hatred?
Why so much lust?
For all things are equal
And love is a must
People are dying
No help can be found
No hand to reach out for
Not one soul around.
Is this what it means?
Is this how life goes?
No friends to be heard of
Only blood lust and foes?
Come back to me friend
I need your heart with me
Pull me out of this hole
This to you is my plea!
My soul is diminished
I can feel deaths firm grip
My eyes grow dim and dark
I am sailing the last ship
Please let there be gardens
Green pastures and light
No more struggles for me
Let my friends be my might.
Thanks in advance,
Tom
THE ENDING
It doesn’t matter
That’s what they say
They brandish their weapon
As they enter the fray.
Death and darkness
Mean nothing to them
They kill without conscience
A soul to condemn!
Why so much hatred?
Why so much lust?
For all things are equal
And love is a must
People are dying
No help can be found
No hand to reach out for
Not one soul around.
Is this what it means?
Is this how life goes?
No friends to be heard of
Only blood lust and foes?
Come back to me friend
I need your heart with me
Pull me out of this hole
This to you is my plea!
My soul is diminished
I can feel deaths firm grip
My eyes grow dim and dark
I am sailing the last ship
Please let there be gardens
Green pastures and light
No more struggles for me
Let my friends be my might.



