To The Fallen Poem by Vasto Grom
To The Fallen
Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the other
The me they knew is dead
He died nearly five years ago
In the exact spot that I lay
And the last words he uttered were
I shall find peace upon this day
Wow, I love this. I hope you find meaning to your life; with poetry like this, you deserve it
Few words... but a big message! The inner connect is something we all pusue, the journey is very painful and ardous... but the destination very rewarding. Well writtten. Would love for you to please take out time to critique some of my poems.
Vasto brilliant. The me they knew died. But the you, you know lives, beyond the poem, seeping through the pores of sky and winds. Classic.
Very nice poem. I think I would edit it: The me they knew is dead (I would take out 'that' in the beginning of line 4.)
Very good and I can relate to it but don't think I could have expressed it so well.Gillian Commerford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow deep. i really like this. Love if you would critique some of my poetry.