My Demise I’m at the top of my ride, The day is bright, My view unaffected, By another’s sight. Night touches my shoulder, Black, murderous bitch. I fall into torment, Of nocturnal emission, A loathsome habit, My self-destruction. I dream of a life where dreams live, Raw and unrestrained. I fear death no more, Than my next breath, As my soul melts into the ethos, I shall welcome my death. Until then I’m teasing my tormentor From the top of my ride. I wrote this one last night and have published it raw. Looking at it now in a different mindset to last night there are plenty I would change, but if I were to do that then I may as well throw it all away. For me it captured a picture of where I was last night, so to doctor that today would be falsifying the image. It's yet a different style for me, I'm not sure why the change but that's how it came out. And being new to poetry I guess I should be experimenting and looking for a preffered style? Your comments are appreciated, thanks.
