The Greats Poem by cadance cunningham

The Greats



my fingers feel numb
between my finger and my thumb
i choose between a rope
and a rail to grow old
they put me on a blade
see myself i'm not afraid
on a wagon with a million man renowned
fate will drive us all into the ground
rocky road makes us jump for joy
riding with deaths choice of toy
watch the world widdle to an end
until they decide to dig us up again

Friday, November 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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Saint Cynosure 19 December 2014

hmmm I like the way you write...

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