Poetry Blog by Dan Picc
Wake up at the normal hours
Finding oneself drowning in the same routine
Every night one dreams of changing the world
Finding a purpose,
Making a difference
One day though
Every dream will come true
Wednesday 21st December 2016 6:12 am
Their fire is not seen for miles;
Silent, but ferocious.
They are brighter than what catches the eye.
They will be able to burn forever.
They just need their match to ignite.
Tuesday 20th December 2016 3:10 am
An illness is vicious
Any can be frightful from pneumonia to cancer
It’ll make all of your loved ones suspicious
Now the worst isn’t the goodbying
Losing your roar as your fire burns out is
Or never being able to kiss your beautiful wife once you’re dying
Smoking your last cigarette
Your lungs fill with smoke and doubt
Your chances of living are to those of Rus...
Monday 19th December 2016 5:31 pm