He
By WickedThingz
As he
Looks through the years
Looks though these tears
Looks at that which can never be
No escape from this
You are so far
This end so near
Is there no other way
No Way to change what was
No Way to right this wrong
He searches for that which will set him free
He has left the path that nature bestowed upon him
Now lost in a waste land
Days Months and years
Never will this road end
The cruel price of an angry god
Natures revenge for disobedience
Call it what you will
Sacrifice
Penance
Pound of flesh
He can never be what he was
Only that which he has become
In the end
The Devil always get’s his due
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Copyright 2015 WickedThingz
Published on Tuesday, May 5, 2015.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"