Substance

[Boomer]

I cringe, caring for the weak and meek
the lesson of gods and hopes of men on the shoulders of my mortal frame
bearing down on my soul until it sweats.
knighting my pores as profits of time.
providing knoweledge
the water of the brain. the substance of theory
and weary is my mental titan.
for his chains have held fast and kept my inner being at half mast.
to last past the errors of man and dive into the river of styx
needing no guide for I have felt the lick of my fate
Since death does not wait
neither shall I
casting myself to the shadows and into the storms eye.

 

[SilentEyz]

Damnnnn

Boomer Everytime I read your work, I am but more and more amazed at the intricitys of it. you amaze me everytime

 

[Kat]

wow boomer as always your poem is absoultly amazing. Love it hun *hugs*

 

[Boomer]

thank you ladies!*bows*

 

[AUDRAA]

nice Boomer

 

[Sam]

Boomer well done