Dark Poetry #4 |
Falling tears |
jossal Junior Member
since 2007-09-15
Posts 23 |
The drop of water slides down my face, My hot, salty miserable tears, It's just like one big chase, To find my crystal ball, my seers. Haven't you felt, the tears of blood, The drip, dip, drip again, The pair of scales, evil and good, You are comfortable, I'm in pain. My shaking hands hold a knife, Time to bid goodbye, To my pitiful excuse of a life, Embrace death, my time to die. I'm not sure why I do this, The reason Satan gave, Yet even in death i have clenched fists, The leader ofdeath's parade. Darkness is only the lack of light... |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
I loved this poem and could really feel what you're going through Kate |
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PoetsPlay Member
since 2007-12-22
Posts 56California |
I can see how you feel through this poem, good job! You may want to go over your grammar and spelling. Alexandra |
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