Dark Poetry #4 |
Stoic at the Funeral |
KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
The boy sits in his chair, watching. With expectant, eyes surveying the crowd Faces all around, solemn and drawn Pretty faces, with big sad eyes like saucers Wet cheeks, but he doesn’t know why Still he waits as the dirge plays on Wondering where his father has gone Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. KuruShio (DeadlyBob) |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
thats intense. I could feel myself there. Sort of hiding behind the brushes though. ummmm...that picture is awesome. haha... |
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longte Member
since 2005-04-06
Posts 199Australia |
Truthfull and Evocative Live It |
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darkness_witch Senior Member
since 2003-12-03
Posts 516Underneath |
so sad. tore me apart amazing last line. intensely depressing sound like you? love and empathy nirvana means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world. |
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