Dark Poetry #4 |
The Morning-Midnight Sitdown |
SilhouetteMarquis Junior Member
since 2008-02-07
Posts 32 |
Awakening from silent slumber, lying in my bed Again I see these horrid visions, racing through my head. And there I lie, with slight convulsions; heart, it's pace now sped. The sight of myself withering, and now among the dead. As any life will have its moments minds have pictures, torn From passing hands and mineral traces Mine, from what I mourn. And friends, I dare not look to faces Young, but ever-worn To read your eyes upon your passing Why had I been born? Reclusivness is what I hope for Damn this grim disease! As certain people all around me Do as they shall please. And this acceptance of my malice has me on my knees Now pleading for alleviation from these memories. An apparition slowly rises Up from bloodied ground A corporeal form of life So small, to thee astound. Again, again! Reflections of me! A childhood now found. A promised purity of actions Shown to evil, drowned. So help me,God. What was that promise? As minutes, oh so dreigh? Continue trust? Defend your mercy. (What I'll never be?) However way I've brought my downfall On the floor I plea. And that small child whispered softly "The Innocence of me." |
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RevengeIsMine Senior Member
since 2006-07-08
Posts 820Australia |
AMAZING.. your have a wonderful talents. And to the ppl who haven't read ur poem.. They don't know what they are missing out on! |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
"A promised purity of actions Shown to evil, drowned" i liked this line. it has a touch of tragedy simply put. Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality demands honesty and this path is in a shovel... |
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