Bite the pain, its hands still grow
An everlasting undertow
Call the calm to hush the trees
The dark to bring the mind release
Bite the pain, its eyes still stare
Into your heart, quiet but bare
Define its shape, loosen the grip
As you flow in a mindless trip
& feel the heat, the flame it brings
The tracks to hell form path of kings
Breathe the light that’s never gone
Bite the pain, it lingers on
Cut the hands, its mouth will grow
The nights too loud, the days too slow
The spit of beasts that burns the ground
Of heroes gone & never crowned
Feel the nails, the knives, the stings
As you walk down the path of kings
Summon the subtle kiss of dawn
Just bite the pain, it still lives on
Cut it down as hollow sings
Its wintry gaze & burning wings
Cut it down, it can’t live on
In lights you found, the pain’s withdrawn
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“Of heroes gone & never crowned” love that part! Anyways, this poem flows like a river and nothing seemed forced at all. Gotta give it up to you on another great piece!
thanks a lot, bro.. it was a pretty quick one, just came out of nowhere… glad you loved it! 🙂
I’ma beat a dead horse;
I wish I thought more like this.
Everything you write is an adventure I wish I’d thought of first.
And the flow was immaculate.
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I’m really glad you say that… just trying to me more inspired, & inspiring.. thank you :))
You got your inspiration breathing deep. I love everything about this piece and especially the title which a very important part in my opinion it sets the mood for the greatness to come
hahaha that sounds great.. thanks, man :)))
Dope stuff.
🙂