I'm still alive for a while....

basically this was my last poem ever written by me, but everyone wanted me to go forth and write more, they (for some reason) love my poems....I dont know why?

 

The minds are treasured along the flowing waves

As the stream collapses day by day

The vision they've seen is the future they know
As time flys fast, the children begin to grow old
They have precious time to complete what they can
Before they see the profecees and the lighted hand
The candles that show their lives in a awkward stage
Balloons, cakes, and toys are destroyed from their dismay
They sleep in the cold, hard, roughed, soil of earth
The worms would flow for the blood that they desire
The prison I'm in, is dark, big, and less room
Waiting for the air to disappear, to seal my doom.

 

R.D.M. II

12-20-07