Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics, Uncategorized

“If fate is the reason for my everything, then why am I baring these burdens alone? I never asked this, so why? I just want to know why..” (part 3 of 5)

I want fate to touch

My crowning breath,

To blister in its fever

As it traces crimson

Around naked necks.

It’s a vibrant sensation,

Echoing the shade of dusk

Throughout my bones

Until they are reduced

To Georgia Red Clay.