With today being the anniversary of my fathers death, I thought I’d share an acrostic poem I wrote… It gives an insight of what happened to him, how I felt and how I still feel to this day. Thank you to anyone who reads it and thank you for being there over the years.
This is some poetry by Kyle King. A day of mental health.
Poem by Kc Rickel I named Critical
Witnessing fights in your youth, the brutal truth, baseball bats used more proficient than Babe Ruth. Cordoned off scenes in the streets, cops looking for proof, paw prints taken and stomped like […]
6/5/2018 Does a shadow give up his light to enter into darkness. The moon fades to nothing when it is new Water stands still between two magnets The sun stir’s wind while […]
This should not be repeated steps for another thousand years. It’s time now we wake up as humans and revolt against those whom do us harm.
Poem of a single particle on its way to everlasting life.