Dark Poetry #4 |
2 poems |
Shaddow1 Junior Member
since 2006-09-04
Posts 41Kingman Az, USA |
Untitled walking in the shadows nothing left to fear rapist in every corner i meet them almost every year i close my eyes and her my scream cant wait until its over so i can wipe away my tearing stream i lie awake after and wish they would let me be i take a scalding shower to wash away the dirt u cant see no matter what i cant come clean so many time has it happend to me no longer do i fear no, now i just lie therwishing to be free Alone she sits in the dark room nothing here but gloom trapt in side her head face painted red clawing at her face trying to win the never ending race her mind wants out but she cant scream or shout she is lost in her mind searching 4 a door she cant find docters say she wont come through that there is nothing left they can do so there she sits in the dark room the grim reaper will come for here soon clawing at her wrists and face she used to have such beauty and grace now she is lost inside herself with no way out her loved ones dont really seem to care about her insanity thats come to be she used to be loved so faithfully now the grim reaper has come to take her away and bring her to a new place to stay the docters come and find her body from the bites and scratches they know she has been noddy forgoton long ago they take her to an unmarked plot never to be remembered, her carcus left to rot (sorry about the spelling and punctuation i was in a hurry to type it all) Love is like a Rose; it always dies - Britney Miller |
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cherrys_rule Member
since 2006-03-18
Posts 442 |
I like them both. Very sad but excellent. Good job. I hope to see more in the future. ~Courtney~ |
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SATURN Member
since 2004-05-04
Posts 78ok,us |
i to loved them both i can relate to the second one more i hope to see more ~SATURN~ |
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Shaddow1 Junior Member
since 2006-09-04
Posts 41Kingman Az, USA |
thanks you for the comment and I really do type better then tht but I was trying to type fast so I could go feed my son :P Love is like a Rose; it always dies - Britney Miller |
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