Poetry

This is a poem I wrote a little while ago, just some thoughts of mine spilled upon a page.

windows made of obsidian
do not show me the work of such hideous sons
I was not meant to walk this earth
commited to empty space
it has more to give than open arms
succumbing to disillusion
my brothers have drown in a sea of misfortune
granted them by false friends
for this is the disguise of many a foe...



No the word "sons" is not a typo.

reply to post by Illumintor


I just figured there may be some literature lovers on here that might enjoy it.

Thanks for the reply.

reply to post by toxicblud


Well some of us DO love literature, and I also happen to think that you have a VERY good poem on your hands here, have you ever looked into getting published? If not, I recommend you do.

reply to post by GoldenObserver


Actually yes, I have two books ready to be published I'm just waiting until I can get the money to self publish through IUniverse. It can get a bit pricey.

Thank You. I appreciate your response.

reply to post by toxicblud


Well I wish you all the luck in the world with your pursuits, you definitely deserve to be read, feel free to post more at any time, you will always get a star from me my friend.

reply to post by GoldenObserver


Thank you, I figured this was as good a place as any to post a few thought provoking passages.

Are you a writer as well?