Mother

Mother

A Poem by Rommel Martin

Demise follows a pattern of nature and rise.

Men will come, grow and destroy.

Smoke and metal are elements

that can be found on a simple table.

Floral or flame, even grain should be looked on

equally the same. Sprouted or deceased,

each had its time and came from the mother

we never seem to please. Sometimes we can’t coexist,

but the result and clash makes destruction a beautiful thing.

© 2013 Rommel Martin


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Added on February 16, 2013
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Rommel Martin
Rommel Martin

Miami, FL



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I'm Rommel 21 and from Miami Fl, my words are slowly learning to stand still. I come from a very music inspired place, always including lyrics as an inspiration. I've slowly been coming to terms with .. more..

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