Could not escape last breath

could not

 

Throughout each conflict

as rhymes appeared

it became easy to disappear.

Guaranteed pain would surface

leave footprints on paper

of places dwelled

fearful of living again

lingering in hell.

Worshiped like a god

forgotten in the end

yet that is what becomes of

poets with open pens.

Mortal words skimmed

the surface of

a vocabulary beating within

a heart destined to die

from words clogged in arteries

throughout each conflict

one rhyme at a time but

could not escape in the end

last breath.

burn baby burn

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