Scattered Ashes
Scattered Ashes I want my poetry to be scattered ashes among the dead leaving their soul to strike a note with the words being said reach deep down into this mighty universal blackness they call a black hole force power into their hand where no longer blood flow lead them away from this land filled with dirt and mud shackled within their prison with no bars teach value rid them of life's rotten scars remind them they were dealt the raw hand of hate negative consumed in pure fate influence no where to run to fast to reach heavens gate written words to kill the pain nourish their belief in thyself once again bring them back give the world another chance peace shall be found for it is a long time to be left rotting underground. Annie Mitchell ©