Rebellion.A Poem by meritFree Verse
Hell-Hound is on my trail
Sun has disappeared Into the darkness of a night Clouds have overshadowed Rough edges of a diamond One carved from a stone Doubts have arisen Deep my mind I miss my old ways Back in the days When I used to roam Through the bright alleyways I hastily sauntered Into sounds of laughter Coming from people unknown Laughter is driving me crazy Strange places and people My words like weapons That I like to fire With fire, dust and smoke They drop to the ground Heavy like balls of lead I destruct what I like Do it to myself As well as others I admire Creative spirit it tireless Soon people will know What I desire Soon they will know That true rebellion never tires.
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Added on November 14, 2017 Last Updated on November 14, 2017 AuthormeritSwindon, United KingdomAbout" Only thing worse than being misunderstood is being understood" Joseph Cornell Found from Lowside of the road, Life of Tom Waits, Barney Hoskyns ( www.facebook.com/Merit M Peet) odd musings a.. more..Writing
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