Pulse racing, insane whirring.
Heart beating, mind stirring.
Blood drips. I drop my blade.
Slowly, slowly the lights will fade.
No more hurt. No more pain.
Sick and tired of this game.
Red streams of hatred and of sorrow
I don't bet there be tomorrow.
At last i will be free,
that sweet rapture has captured me.
No more days of being sad.
Finally i can lose my facade.
Everyone will watch, but will they see
that cruel and hurtful pain that surrounded me?
They might not cry, they might not care.
I would not blame them. Because it's fair.
Cold and alone. I watch from above.
My graveside empty, there's no more love.
Everyone leaves, longing they'd done more,
leaving my soul to eventually soar.
A contest entry
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Good Write
Sad, emotional, crying out. Good flow and rhyme. Thanks for entering the contest and good luck -
thanks, means alot to me.
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I loved this poem.
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