I stare at the blood
Dripping on the floor
Think ‘what have I done?’
Is this the way I’ll go?
No it’s not the way I should go
But it’s too late now
To undo what I have done
I must now take the final bow
What will they think
Of the way I had to go?
Will they think I was crazy, deranged, and confused?
Or will they understand, and hardly even muse?
I’m fearing the Reaper
Deaths cold grasp surrounding
I try not to succumb
But it’s too late for me
As I cut the last gash
To take me where
I don’t know
I smear the blood at my feet
To say the thing I must
….Are you happy now?....
A contest entry
- 7 Trophies or LESS. LOTS OF POINTS by God is my reality.
700 points, ended September 29, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Lately I've been writing my best by reading poems on here and writing my own in 2 minutes on the spur of a thought. That's what this one is.
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Wow. This is really good. It leaves a lot of room to ask questions. Wow it is really good though. I'm totally serious. The imagery is very vivid but vague enough to not scare readers.
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Wow...this is good.
Aden
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Excellent job! I can't wait to read more of your work.
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wow this poem is awesome!!!! keep writin like this its good!!and this has the same feelings i do
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Wow! This one is a really good piece! . I feel related to this poem... keep writting like this!
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