Dark Poetry #3 |
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Encarta Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 101My homeland is not of the world |
Unnamed Life, hold deaths hand in the end Don't make it twist, or bend Just hold his hand to comfort him Oh...so overwhelming is his problem Alone he is, so terribly alone Torture is all that he's shown He throws a rock to hear the echo But it only screams silence wherever it goes The bitter silence killed all he knew Silence came from everything he threw In the end it's the ultimate cost Since it was his life he lost But he didn't care at the time He didn't care that it was shadows he shined But now he goes to life with a sigh As he must now prepare to die. -Matt- |
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LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
Wow, that was a really good poem, you can feel it. LP1 |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
You described just how I feel at the time being. It made an impression on me. ~Broken~ Base not your joy upon the deeds of others, |
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