Through The Fire And The Flames We Carry On

Lets face it, life's hell,
And it's a very long tale to tell.

It's full of ups downs lefts and rights,
And sometimes we can never see the light.

It looks like we are at the edge of a fiery pit,
It stretches for miles, and we can't see then end of it.

It gets so very hot,
Not even the bravest goat would dare to trot.

There are screams and tears coming from the pit,
The pain is to much I can barly sit.

How can we carry on,
How can we stand what everyone else has sawn?

Don't worry we will be safe,
I swear to protect you from the wraiths.

Look here's our baton,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!

Author's Note

I know I haven't writin in awhile but here's another poem. A view and review is always appreciated :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"It gets so very hot,
Not even the bravest goat would dare to trot."
I like the poem a lot. I like the use of the goat. One tough animals with no fear. Nice flow of thoughts and I like the ending. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Edward]

Thanks for enjoying it Coyote :)

[The Invisible Girl]

A very powerful and deep poem!! Awesome job!! Keep it up! :D

[Edward]

Thanks :D

[The Invisible Girl]

You're welcome!!! :D

[Soul Fire]

Wow, very deep and powerful. Very relatable. Excellent rhyme and flow. :) Very well written and chorographed.

[Edward]

Thanks soul :)

[Soul Fire]

You're welcome Arkun