Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves
We are strewn across the fields
And forgotten till our day of glory
A sense of knowing
But no word crawls out our lips
Of the impending doom
Our beautiful ending
It is a painful thorn
And after our disastrous use
We are baked into a mockery of shame
Coming from a single seed
We are born together
yet die apart in unison
Surrounded by my brothers
At least until our end
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Gold Tipped Wings, Tar Covered Toes
PoetryThis is a poetry bundle of some light, beautiful poems and some dark, haunting poems all mashed into one place. Hope you like them. Not sure if you will but i do.
