(22/01/2013) My Tomb
Where did I go wrong?
Did I give it up for naught?
Did I get what I deserve?
Did you deserve what you got?
The fires filled the sky
As the storm began to brew
And I sit transparent
While you all look through.
Peace is not my end goal
It is my last request
Rid the world of hate
As I lay down to rest.
But the storm’s already here
And we cannot retreat
Until we are layed to rest
Pillows of concrete.
So in my tomb I lay to rest
As the world goes to hell
And tell me when I wake again
If all had been made well.
©2013 Alex Hicks
Posted on 22/01/2013, in Poetry and tagged end, fire, hell, life, losing, poetry, skies, storm, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Very Good.
Thanks
I feel vulnerable after reading this.. I like the flow of it. I am really enjoying your style. You are a very good writer! ~ Jen
Thanks! I’ve looked at a lot of your stuff too and I really enjoy it!
Thanks so much!! I’m anxious to read more from you! Thanks for coming by Tryst!