right so work and other stuff weren't helping me these past few weeks to make a new poem but hey i finally got something good enough for me to put it up in here i hope you guys like it.
crimson
A small drop of crimson water
falls.
After times past it grows.
It flows like a river.
The crimson pool en marks a
silhouette.
A young mans life has been
taken.
The human has lost too much of
his crimson drops slowly draining his life.
He did not understand his
senses were being lost.
He was surprised has he managed
to see the crimson trace in the ground.
Has all that come from me? he
thought to himself.
Later on he caught what seemed
to be a large silhouette.
He lost consciousness, he
awakes now astonished.
He was in an all white place.
Is this heaven? he thought.
He looks to his side and a man
dressed in white is by his side.
Indeed he was as he saw the
great golden gates.
And his dead family waving
their arms and saying come with us.
He seems confused, what had
happened?
In the end the only thing he
remembered was a great pool of crimson.
Flowing into the unknown.
I
do not condone or authorize the use of this poem on other sites or
anyone claiming it as their own or any other uses you might think
of.This only belongs to me the author Manuel A. Beltran..
