Dark Poetry #4 |
They came for me |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I don't know what i saw It could have been the dark the time after the time maybe i slipped maybe im lying down bleeding and alone shattered on the cold stone maybe im dreaming deep in my bones perhaps i've fell so far and the last host the deep pit has claimed me I do not know where i lay I do not know what i see the bright lights of my spark fading in the perfect blackness I went to the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to get out of the rain. |
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aliway Member
since 2006-03-05
Posts 185With in your eyes |
i like your poem but i dont know what you mean by "the time after the time"? |
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featherpen Junior Member
since 2006-05-02
Posts 12 |
"the time after the time" - perhaps the time after he was attacked. I like this poem. Good job. |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
"the bright lights of my spark fading in the perfect blackness" The Story of My Life....Great Write! -Trina I Thought of You Today, |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The time after the time is the afterlife The time is life itself so after is death/ afterlife however you choose to see it. Thanks for great replies I went to the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to get out of the rain. |
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