A rich man helps a poor,
He throws some coins his way,
He nods his hatted head
And bids him a good day.
So sad to think he does not care
Should the poor man live or die.
He only thinks to clear his name
And think of things he has yet to gain.
Beyond the shattered ruins
Of a once great dynasty,
A man sorrowfully weeps.
His ego once his greatest joy
Is now his greatest defeat.
Such is the way of pride
It lies and bends and deceives.
It twists our thoughts until we find
We can no longer breath.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
