|Reviewed by AngryWillis
|i have a better one.
My soul lives in shame, the day i shall die to be ripped from my flesh, blood pours from my veins, adrhenaline is all that remains, driving me insane i lift the crest, take this burden from my chest, my heart can no longer stand the burdens of your flames.
|Reviewed by Jason Gieger
|Truly great poem, even the twisted ending. It really brings out emotions and gives a hopeful feeling to the reader|
|Reviewed by Laurel Johnson
|I am a big fan of your poetry, Aaron. Please post more to share with us all.|
|Reviewed by Justin Vargas
|Kala has a good point to this one. I really need this also. I really do see where you are coming from though. This rapid city life and all. Good write.|
|Reviewed by Kala Starkey
Your poem is awesome, and I needed it today. I'm constantly helping others, and I rarely here a thank you or get what I give.