Open Poetry #1 |
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Blood on the rocks |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
I sit on the edge of a cliff, staring down at the rocks below, they look so inviting, it would end the fighting, between insanity and despair, this is where she fell, down there can you see, right near that second rock, you can almost see the blood, its doesnt wash off so easy, everythings breezy here, she must have been drinking beer, stumbled too close to the ledge, now shes dead, part of the sea, and im left here with just me, bad company, im pretty drunk, my watch beeps, its about time to take my final leap, im aiming for that second rock, because this pain is too strong to block, perhaps we will be together, under much better weather, but i must go, the tide will soon be low, then i wont drift, to the woman i missed ------------------ |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
Enjoyed your poem but somewhat sad. |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Sad, but nicely done! ------------------ *Krista Knutson* "If I could be an angel, I'd make your every wish come true. But I am only human, just a woman lovin' you..." Trisha Yearwood |
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