Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Death of Me

Darkness

Anger

My own foolish pride

A promise

A prayer

Whispered in the night

The answer

A knife

Tearing at my flesh

Pain

Burning

It's not over yet

Water

Washing

Left empty and bare

Tears

Silence

A breath of fresh air.

2 comments:

  1. I like the way this poem flows.
    Why haven't you posted any since May?

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  2. cuz life's crazy. cuz I haven't written many. but mostly because I'm lazy. :/

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