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Wasted Time |
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WhiteKnight Member
since 2001-01-01
Posts 83NY |
Wasted Time By Cor Wasted time Falls from lifeless fingers Numb from the pain Losing himself in the blackness of his hate Hate for himself. How could he have let this happen? Let her slow fade Like a forgotten shadow on his grave Depression seeped through his life Infecting all around Teaching them the hatred, of himself he has found. Gone, the days of crying The days of hope, The days of flying. So long ago it seems, She committed him here At first he thought it but a dream Alas, all he can do is scream Safe, they say In this room Deep in gloom Watched day and night He gave them such a fright. He tried to end the pain is all. Now he has a padded wall. "We won't let him hurt himself" they said Not understanding All inside is red. Pain, hate, horror all around Wishing it were he who had drowned. Love for those around abounds For him none can be found To be forever locked away Living the pain every day He just hopes to fade away.... |
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Amaranthine Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 61ON Canada |
Red is the color of your poem to me too. Nicely written, it is like punctuation to my day. |
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