Open Poetry #28 |
A Falling angel |
Gavin Junior Member
since 2003-06-22
Posts 47 |
Homeless fire My house is burning No property No home for yearning Fiery cold nights Asleep inside a window sill Drinking putrid water in-between life or death fights And still having time to fall sick and ill No medicine no warmth But the burning home I’ve yet to know So now I sit here inside myself and jump from the window Does anyone see falling angels........ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
probably not till after they hit the ground *shrugging shoulders* |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
I'm sorry I have nothing great or amazing to say in reply to this poem...I suck at the comment thing lately...but it feels real...I can see it in my mind....kinda goes with the song I'm listening to atm...Runaway train..enjoyed.. Kris If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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