Thinking to myself, I am lost,
the lines of sanity, have distant been crossed.
Closing my eyes, the gates are shutting,
through the bars, the flesh im cutting.
Through the fence, my life pours out,
the end has come, without a doubt.
Live for ever, the American dream,
we’ll only be known, for our last scream.
But when life’s run out, what’s to live,
death to taunt, temptation to give.
Not a week, which has past,
the thought hasn’t crossed my mind, of that being my last.
Painting a picture, with sun bleached colors,
the rivers run red, at the hands of our mothers.
Finally tonight, the thoughts will stop,
consciousness will fade, my soul will drop.
A contest entry
- depressed by serenity silvermoon.
450 points, ended April 4, 2007, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow this made me speachless i just hope that who ever you are and i hope you will tell me that so i know who you are and if you are still alive today if we are not friends i hope we can be this was a great poem even though i do not think great sums it up enough great is the only word i can think of but i think you get the point you are a great poet and i hope to read more of your wonderful poems thanks for sharing and God Bless you and keep you for ever and always Diannna
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I sure hope your soul won’t drop. I can see this piece being very relatable to us when we are in a dark place in our lives. I have been there a time or two myself. Nice work on this poem, best wishes to you in all you do
Alilly
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