Ten nailsA Poem by W.B Warvek
Ten nails, five on each side to seal
My black coffin. The day bitter as black coffee. Only one person Is there , the caretaker. The Steele Gray sky cast an almost desolate Mood , the distant thunder sends Chills to the bone. Even though I may be gone , my word Will live on. Though I won't be remembered My words will be here , carved in stone. Casting a shadow on my life. Chronicling the demons that tortured me until me demise. © 2015 W.B Warvek |
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1 Review Added on August 23, 2015 Last Updated on August 23, 2015 AuthorW.B Warvekhouma, LAAboutMy name is Walter Brian Warvek . I am a dark minded individual. I'm from south Louisiana, down by the bayou. I have stories as far as the eye can see. I have always had a deep love for writing, occasi.. more..Writing
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