You allowed me to walk
Into your resolute gaze,
Woman,
I had witnessed
The opening of my prison

I'm reminded of when
The Earth was still young
Just rolling in the wind,
Like the way this short poem
Spells out the day we began

Why shall I stay alive if death is my fate?

Hatred sits upon his throne of skulls and bones wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on ******* Love.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

My Writing Style

I try to write in different styles.  I don't want to be put in a box.  I try to mix different styles together and create new styles of writing.  Poetry, prose, playwright, proverbs, and other styles of writing I mix together and try to create a new style of writing.  I'm still haven't truely developed my own true style of writing.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

If you were my poetry I would read you over and over.
1/3/2020