Riding through the Burning Wind, by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

I run through life,
I examine this knife,
I wonder how long it has been, since I first started this
fight,
This fight between, life and death,
The fight that always leaves me, in a bloody mess,
The fight that shows I always fail the test,
That I am not trying, even close to my very best,
This wind the churns,
This wind that urns,
This wind that burns,
To let me know there is always a way to change,
To others I seem completely inhumane,
Or rather what little friends I have call me insane,
I do not like to admit
And I do not like to commit
The things I do all the time, which are nothing, but sin,
But this is how I go through life, my life known as, the
burning wind.
Posted: 2009-02-25 18:38:01 UTC

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2009-03-08 03:10:17Felicia
Humm.....i honestly like your verity in poetry.It shows many sides of you. Indeed your mature for your age ....almost like youve experienced more than the average 16 year old...and you might have.