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Atreyu Laska Poem
I pull back the curtains
And out I look
There lay a carriage, oh yes, I’m certain
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door
So the lock I unhook
The door i open
Standing there, a figure
A creature of great lore
Grinning, deceptively it hands me a paper and a pen
It’s come for my soul I begin to figure
“I’m not ready” I begin to plea
Yet, from death there is no where to flee.
Copyright © Atreyu Laska | Year Posted 2023
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Atreyu Laska Poem
Within the village stood a great tower
Across the lands countless traveled to attempt to climb this tower, yet many cowered
Those, who achieved this great feat were praised by the masses
Given to them were fortunes of lore
To many, climbing the tower was their one and only goal within life
Their days were filled only with this, and nothing more
Hours, days, and years passed like the flip of hourglasses
Yet, on they attempted to climb this great tower
Many dreamed of the day that they might reach the top
However, the top was nothing more than a drop
For those who reached it only fell deep within a pit of despair
Riches and fame held them tight like the teeth of a snare.
Copyright © Atreyu Laska | Year Posted 2023
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Atreyu Laska Poem
A deep deceptive pit
One so inescapable and filled with turmoil
In this pit a man bides
Not by choice, but for no reason
Not for treason
But for nothing at all
Why is it that he deserves a life of torture and hell
When a person worse has everything at the ring of a bell
The more he tries to escape, the deeper he falls
For the pit is too tall
Footsteps come near
Yet, not to rescue his soul, but instead to sneer
“Climb on out” they mock
But for the man in the pit the exit is locked
Copyright © Atreyu Laska | Year Posted 2023
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