Dark Poetry #3 |
No Longer |
eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
You can look into my eyes and know what’s wrong, don't even ask, If you want me find me I’ll be hiding under leaves of grass, And now the only place I’d like to be is long island, Where all the poets keep on writing, Looking for a familiar face in a crowd of three shades of gray, One black one white, the other off blue right over you, But still I’m lost in a sea of pain, confusion, persistence, Death hangs over the heads of us, Can you see it, it's there, waiting, wanting, There was once a time in life, Where only pleasure came from a knife, And I feeling like all my life I been stuck in a nightmare Now I’m stuck and can’t repair, The damage that has been done, No longer is this fun, As I linger around this dreadful town, I know I’m going to drown, In all of yours sorrows and mine, Will there ever be a better tomorrow, I’m not leaving here till I find a reason, With all your changing faces comes a different treason, For each different season, A different reason why, another excuse, No longer will you be my muse, I’m sick and tired of the mental abuse, I feel like I’m tied to a noose, I think it is time to be reintroduced, To the root of it all, Because you won’t catch my fall, If you want me find me, I’ll be hiding under leaves of grass. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I like this a lot eor. Flowing emotion with cornered direction. Nice read. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
This is very good writing. I like the way the rhyme just rolled along as I was reading it. Very good!! Ethel |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
thanks... |
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