Following in Footsteps by Nitemarecinema, literature
Literature
Following in Footsteps
Someone else has used all the words before I had the chance to
Every experience that could be had on this earth
had been before I drew my first
Some lay claim to what their ancestors did in terms of greatness
Even though their blood flows in me,
my blood did not flow in them
I am their creation, they have more claim on what I do
than I them
Still, as days go by
and when blood trickles from me
it is like I am losing part of them
I am my own
yet, no matter how much of my own I am,
I will be following in footsteps
The Death and Burial of Emotions by Nitemarecinema, literature
Literature
The Death and Burial of Emotions
There it was, up on mountain high
there when my emotions peaked
At times they stink like a sweet lie
and others with truth they have reeked
Anger foolishly turns fury
At myself it goes, where owed
My feelings with shovel I bury
Until it becomes a full load
This is my inner burial
Feelings to escape they may try
But in me my emotions die
None will cry at this funeral