The Beast Survival
If anyone knows this beast it's me
For I have fought and will fight through out eternity
I Call it beast for the lashes thrown
To the homeless who are on their own
For the smell of poverty on it's breath
For those who struggle but just for death
The clouds go past without a trace
Yet survival is in every face
Survival lurks in hopes abode
So keep hope on not at the end of the road
Comments on this poem/writing:
|xx (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, July 22 2004, 02:11 am|
:) cool poem
|Rigoletto (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, January 27 2008, 10:10 pm|
Nero really wasn't much of a poet. He wasn't much of an actor, either. He was a great emperor, though, except when he burned Rome so he could build a giant palace.
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, January 28 2008, 04:51 pm|
Good write and description too thanks for sharing your mind.
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