LifeAll right, you knew this one was coming. Often times I ask people what I should write poems about, and almost always the answer I get is life. Everyuone has written a &%*@! poem about life, for god's sake! It;s not a very original topic, but it was one that I figured I would get out of the way. :)
Sometimes life, burning deep,
Roars up to the surface, and,
Slaps you in the face. Life,
The burning light,
The colorless flame that
Tears through you,
And has no real end,
No real beginning.
Bodies come and go, but the soul
Bodies, screaming their death throes,
As the soul cries for eternity,
Away from the pain Earth has caused.