Open Poetry #22 |
To Whom It May Concern |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I really don’t care, What you do with shattered life, Just existing there Poking arms with needle knife In the comfort dark Out there where the dregs do hide, But stay in the park When you take your drug high ride, Not my alleyway, Don’t climb my fence to escape, Please stay away When your own mind you self rape. Why should I find you Sprawled in mud puddles mindless, When it’s what you do, In existence of blindness; Make me to make calls To service of the city To remove your fall I no longer have pity To those that don’t learn, So I waste no more of breath To Whom It May Concern, Death. Gloom this didn't actually happen to me, but a neighbor |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
grim fact.... well written |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Truly a sad state of affairs. You have a way of shedding light on some pretty dark topics--but this is a good thing. Brings attention to things that shouldn't be ignored or dismissed without notice. You presented this unpleasant scenario, in a very effective manner. ~ May the light of day, light your way, through all the paths in life ~ EA |
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