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ashes and bones

By Ivan Pineda | Category :: Poem

ashes and bones
all around
with a sticky flow of blood
and the smell of burnt in the air
ashes falling from around
and from above the sky
bones sticking from the ground
nothing like this is expected
why would you ever
ever and ever
wish that it were only you and I
You and I
alone in that world
with just the dead
and dried up trees
and a creepy air
You and I
alone
with no friends
family
or enemies
what do you really wish upon our earth?
if that’s how you want it, I’m out
you can find another loner
suck them up like juice
and destroy yourselves
I’ll just walk away
and find another friend
one who want roses and doves
not ashes and bones

By Ivan Pineda | May 21, 2013 | Category > Poem >Death | Comments | Views 1706

 
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