Dark Poetry #4 |
What's Left? |
ladylisa Member
since 2007-04-29
Posts 342Florida USA |
It is so dark, Where am I? No where to run, I'm a needle in a hay stack. Where is my home? Who is this person? Will this Hell ever end? Or will I die here? What is left? Why? Daylight, I can run. Most of me died last night, What is left? |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
i was reaaaly taken with this poem. i love the mysterious rhetorical take you had with this, i really enjoyed this one. as long as we laugh out loud, laugh like we're mad. because this crazy, mixed up beauty is all that we have. |
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ladylisa Member
since 2007-04-29
Posts 342Florida USA |
Thank you. This was inspired after reading a poem about a very personal matter to me. |
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Jenna Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 180 |
This was absolutely gripping. Excellent. |
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