Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2017
Look at your fathers.
            All dead men.
   And all you have in common
        is the blood.
      But, once that's spilled,
nothing.      
                      No truths.
  No lies.
                   Bury the thought.
Tyler Matthew
Written by
Tyler Matthew  27/M/U.S.
(27/M/U.S.)   
232
   Semihten5
Please log in to view and add comments on poems