Dion Bess Poet Rhyme

What Wll I I Be

Words of wisdom a poet decision.
A slave to the day but at night I am free.
Living a life of eternal division.
Still I am clearing a path soul burn beyond the third degree
Walking dead but at night a wove is what I am bond to be.
A day walker and also a night beast.
Claws and fangs each night the pain increased.
In the end what will I be.
Voices screaming in my head pick me! pick me!
A slave by day but my rage-full at night.
Blood thirsty hunting for a prey to bite.
Skin frozen heart colder than ice.
My words slice through bones a spoken knife.

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Poet Destroyer A December 30, 2010 at 4:44 PM Dion, a brilliant way to stick us with the art of your deep words. enjoyed your poem, and may this year bring you lots of cheers & new ways to share your talent and imagination with us here at the soup. Happy new year to you and your family,, God bless,.miss.p.d.

Sara Kendrick December 30, 2010 at 2:17 PM That last line is so true..Those words can hurt and cut to the bone...I am glad that I chose this one to read this afternoon..Great work..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and taking the time to comment on my work..Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown December 30, 2010 at 4:57 AM I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning Dion. I will be back after the New Year to read more of your poetry. Wishing you a very Happy New Year. Love, Carol