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Regina New Member
since 2000-08-06
Posts 7montreal, quebec, canada |
"Death be not proud" A broken I lay on the ground As we all open our hearts, mine is empty all round and within. They stare at me with beedy eyes and curled lips I quiver beneath their hidious gazes and cruel snarles. They remind of death the object that I have come to know well through my horried child hood and adolencense I grind my teeth and pray that death will come take me away tonight The walls start to close in on me their faces become ghostly and I, become quivering flesh I look at them and I feel wrong all over i shouldnt be cowaring i yell at death's face "death be not proud" I feel proud and i feel strong *john donne's death be not proud was used for the this poem,"death be not be not proud"* |
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The_Driven Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 60 |
Interesting poem Regina (i didnt understand all of it, but its still a good poem!), and welcome to passions! youve probably already heard that, though. Well anyways, great poem, and keep up the good work! |
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