Creative_Writing

Witnesspals Writings
2003-03-28 03:38:27 (UTC)

poem 34

I speak, as I imagine death must sound,
I hear myself, and I cry,
I sound,
I bestow,
I lied,
forth comming my words flow,
images come before me,
words trace thier path in my mind,
I see,
I pretend,
I become,
my mind you bend,
I hear your words,
yet you cannot change,
your life a mess,
you die for another taste of chaos,
a sour drop of life,
a bitter bit on your tounge,
you wait, you long,
impatiently you last,
lost in your shadows,
and in your own mind,
a painful grasp, a wicked laugh,
a longing look, a sharp touch,
kicking and screaming,
touch me no longer,
reach back and run away,
strange, I fall,
loosley, I fold,
you meant nothing to me,
I remember your sharp words,
I return to my shadows,
closed lip, I fall silent once more

Kg




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