»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #3
»
Vultures
| Dark Poetry #3 |
|
Vultures |
|
|
FadeN2you Junior Member
since 2002-07-15
Posts 15 |
Summer becomes cold, and a chill fills up these lungs. A little part of my soul dies, and flinches at what I've become. You're not hearing any of this, as the wind combs your wild hair. And I'm stuck trembling here, as you're laughing out there. When did this become so real? I don't remember this before. The darkness leaves its whispers, and asks if I want some more. Because I hate this trembling shadow, the image of what I am. I hate the fact that I breathe this dark air, I hate the frailty of my hand. And silence creeps into my screams, leaving me more tormented than I was. You try to overcome this, leaving what is left for the vultures cirlcing above. I don't doubt your exit, or the facts which make me cry. But these birds are eating at my soul, and I'm too taunted to try. |
||
| © Copyright 2002 FadeN2you - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
New here?? Great poem, I really liked it. I'm getting ready to read your other one, now. Continue sharing... -Sara "Life is a waterfall, we're 1 in the river and we're 1 again after the fall." |
||
|
LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
This poem slipped right by me!! But it was really good, nice explaining in the poem. LP1 |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
