I flutter, I spitter, I twist in my shell,
I flail, I cry, as I live my own hell.
I feel, I think, How could you do this,
I Ponder, I question, In my endless abyss.
I burn, I sunder, My soul's almost gone,
I hate, I dispise, How could you leave me torn.
I watch, I wait, For my final curtain,
I count, I listen, Im dead for certain.
I hit, I shove, I push you away,
I run, I hide, I feel the dismay.
I dodge, I dive, I fall on the ground,
I bleed, and die, Here my corpse is found.
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Its sad, no?
Written July 5th, 2006
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Thank you, refer this and my other poems to your friend if you like, I want lots of comments.
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wow this is deep. I found the way you wrote it unique! Much props!
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