"Untitled" Written by Kirkland Smith

Feel free to critique it only helps me.... 


Memories forgotten good times seem to roll off my shoulders as the bad times seep into my pores 

this life I've been given feels lived before 

makes me wana hit the floor with agony only sorrow and pain appears in my future through my eyes wandering portals lurking about absorbing the surroundings conveying deceit tyranny and chaos to my nimble mind whilst young I speak words of a wise old man older than any that has lived 

mankind will perish in misery for we are self inflicting upon our own

acknowledged but neglected forever more we fall like the ones before us ashes to ashes dust to dust in the wind we blow

Written by Kirkland Smith
Posted on 04-04-13