Monday, March 30, 2009

Sad Poem

A very sad, depressing poem. Mother, you don't want to read it.
But first, an anagram like thing.



People-oriented
Anger beyond reason
Inner feelings with no meaning
Nowhere to run to



The Life Before Death

Stuck inside a world I hate,
anger and frustration on my plate,
piling up like land fills,
running into me forming hills
of hurt & pain I can't endure,
screaming that I want no more.

"Mercy! Mercy!" is my cry.
I hear a laugh as they stand by.
My pain, my fear, for the world to see
as I slowly die in envy.
I wish I could live the life of anyone,
who didn't have to know they are now done.
The life I dream is a life now passed,
as the chamber is filled with gas.
I don't know what it was I did,
but I'm in what looks like a jar with a lid.
I can't see, I can't breathe, as my head spins,
I'm near a stone wall, propped up on some bins.
I can't stay here long, it's getting dark,
my head hits the wall and I feel a spark.


Closing

I see the light, I'm going now,
my eyes flutter close, I begin to bow,
my head falls aside, my jaw goes slack,
I don't think I'm ever coming back.

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