#september-23
i.
O' how grand the star's were last evening
As I layed in the dew covered misty grass;
I observed the time, as hour's goeth to fast,
Wilt I last, on mine twenty seventh birthday?
ii.
Tommorrow, the twenty-third, another birth,
Whilst I've lived for twenty-six, I've seen hell.
I've met heaven in mine queen, I've seen cell's
I've discovered godly knowledge, spiritual bliss.
iii.
Shalt I liveth, another timecapsuled round?
I've seen nine-twenty-three, on the clock
For year's, was it a sign of something big
To happen to me, or to the world's own fear's?
iv.
Is it the destruction of earth, is it mine curse,
Shalt I breatheth another eve', shalt mine body
Disconnect with mine spirit; shalt I still smile,
Shalt these bone's goeth home, where Yahweh rest's in aisle's.
v.
Nine-twenty three, cometh soon, of eighty-eight
When I was hatched, in the creator's hand flashed;
Twenty-six fiscal's, making to one more ticking-hand
Wilt mine vision's cometh true, for me, thou, forever 27...
vi.
Shalt I still exist?
Or leaveth quickly to heaven........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© forever 27
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC