Walked this earth doing it my way
Even at an early age could't make me sway
Head strong
Didn't know
How to be wrong
Got knocked down
To the ground
Couldn't stay down
Quick to fight
Show my might
Slow to Right
Angry at the world
me myself I
My only World
No lessons learned
Just desires yearned
Scorched earth burned
In all of this time
Empty table to dine
Accepted no fault of mine
Grizzled and Calloused
Devoid of malice
Thirst... an Empty Chalice
Feel cold boney hand on my shoulder
Now his grip much bolder
Craving one last war soldier
On my FEET
Challenge to meet
Feel my heart BEAT
No they said
Lay my head
In this bed
No blaze of Glory
To end my story
Death won't come bloody and gory
Outlook is bleak
Must suffer end of the weak
Never learned to turn the other Cheek
You're poem structure really
You're poem structure really makes your poems come alive, its much better then a coma or a paragraph form down space. Props on finding away to make reading your stuff unique.
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
Thanks man it's just how I
Thanks man it's just how I see it when I write it