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My Vines
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My Vines |
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SCREAMIN Member
since 2003-04-28
Posts 51US, Tx |
The vines, they grow Through my skin, they show Twisting and falling It could be my name they’re calling The vines, they grow They reap what the sow They’re calling to me Wishing me blind, as not to see The vines, they grow Somehow they know They’re calling my name The next victim to claim The vines, they grow They waver as the wind blows I seek the call Seconds before I fall The vines that grow Will not lie low They surround me with ease As I fall to my knees Blinded by the shroud Screaming so loud They’re making me strain I’m dying in vain The vines, they grow I hope they know They’re deceiving me Then killing me |
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snoduck Member
since 2002-11-15
Posts 99Selah, WA |
You put a lot of thought and feeling into that poem. I think I've read other stuff you've written... and must say this one does not fall short of any of the best poetry I've read. You're talented. I hope that whatever caused those feelings gets better. thanks for the read! -Erica- |
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