Shadows cast by dying trees
"Don't do this to me please oh please"
Whispers of the wind have gone an died
I wish I had gone with it to go and hide
From this beast that lurks inside
His eyes of sapphire make me break
His hands of scortching fire his love was fake
A creek of sorrow becomes a lake
The blades of grass are steel knifes
They cut my flesh cut my eyes
An abyss of darkness I am blind
"I'll let you live if you can find"
The reason why he lost his mind
But this bitter taste won't go away
Blinded by sadness I can't see the way
I know I will not understand today
But to reason with it is to decay
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Corpse's Shadow
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Posted by Fri Aug 7, 2009 9:25am PDT
Report AbuseThe first two comments are correct. You've got talent. You have a way of saying things. I will also second the "Wow!"
I too use poetry to exorcize my demons of fear and sorrow and grief. Keep it up, it works; as long as after writing the poem, you heave a sigh of relief, and then focus on the good things, the blessings, the wonderful possibilities, the magic and the wonder of being you: you; inside yourself, "I": a priceless unqique human being at the center of a miraculous universe that lives and has meaning through you.
Bye now.
--PWC
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