pooring down upon my face...
in a small corner of my heart i feel pain
but the rest of the dark depths feels sorrow and hate
upon and around my body...
why am i not among the dead?
I, too, a victim of that ebony blade
growling... the darkness...
the wall of calignosity before me...
the future is blind in my eyes
beyond the barrier of lies...
Comments on this poem/writing:
|MiaxElk (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, August 3 2006, 11:34 pm|
*sobs* Demo....... You're so deep!
|stray black cat (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, August 10 2006, 02:59 pm|
This was well written as well. Though I enjoyed your other poem more, I liked this as well.
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