Friday, February 11, 2011

My Poem by August Richardson

Like the Gorilla; I’m all alone.
Dark voice of the Dusk, raw monotone
Here, I cite Melancholy;
Never fear the Reaper, he works for me.

Evil follows good; right after
You can’t spell slaughter without laughter.
Get to know your shadow-it’s your
only friend.
He’s silent and has your back ‘til the end.

No one can tell what you can truly do.
They’ll never see the flame that burns in you.
At the point of turning back,
You’re time is up, you, pick up the slack.

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