PRODIGAL SON

Poem 1:Prodidal son

Rounds and Rands wrapped in the same band 
Burnt to bend the bonds 
Between the walls livid wars created vivid memories 
Ashes to lashes that flash the afternoon gloom dull and doom blow the moon out of the morning bloom

Son of the sun became subtle 
Chasing the darkest era out of the scariest night 
Choosing knifes to end life 
Leaves band from the branches to bare the nightmare a chance to spare the dark night...alot can happen 

The prodigal son awaits for the sun that has long set 
So sad the morning glory has passed 
Proclivity portraying him in proclaiming his actions
He tried professing his deeds 
But his conscious confessed everything 


Pool of blood shed between bond shared 
Sorry is the only thing his lip can utter 
As the bond is broken as a token of appreciation 
But the elders have spoken in all abbreviations 
The prodigal son is the set off the sun 
Searching for a way back home 
Little did he know he burnt those bridges long  before it rose.