more reflections

Although a man can remarry,
the loss of his past love
left a weeping wound
within his heart

Although a man can remarry,
the loss of his past love
left a weeping wound
within his heart
and it will never be the same again

The daisy
Grows in the spring
but it knows
it’s life will end with the spring

A child at birth
is fed religion
and is happy…
A man
is fed life
and grows sick of god.

By Nocturnal Pulse

I enjoy the thought of death, though I believe it's too good for me. I picture myself die in my mind in cenacle manners. My guardian angel has been charred and demonized due to a series of events. I love poetry, and photography will be my future career.