This silver pill, a cure for all,
A perfect moulded pistol ball,
Out of the flaming barrel flies,
At it’s release, the thunder dies.
From the wound, a spurt of blood,
From my heart pours forth the flood,
The essence of my life is falling,
I hear the darkness softly calling.
Now all is fading into night,
Away from sun to dark non-light
And all the hurt, and all the pain,
Dispelling now like summer rain.
Here upon the ground I lie,
Beneath the storm-cloud darkened sky,
Within a pool of boiling red,
And all the world about me dead.
Within this dark, I lonely walk,
The halls of darkness, ever stalk,
For all eternity am I caught
Within this pain that I have wrought.
Author notes
Typical teenaged angst suicide poem... nothing terribly unique or original... but meh; I had fun writing it and hope you enjoy reading it. For alot of people I know this is by far their favourite work of mine... why it is, I can't say. Just another poem in my vast repetoire.
Written November 8th, 2003
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The meter, rhyme and flow is excellent in this poem. What an easy read, and so visual, better to write about it than to go through with it. Keep living and penning. Excellent!
Thank you for the wonderful comments on my poem. You are very kind.
Denise
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Not only was the rhyming completely flawless (and fuck that's hard to do) but this poem was beauifully written as well... I love it.
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wow! i know where your friends are coming from on this one. i loved it. it's one of the best ones that i've read on here in a while believe it or not. anyways, this poem was sad, but very beautiful. the rhyme scheme just seems to roll off your tounge and out of your mind so easily. it's kind of like a flowing river or a soft ripple in a pool. anyways, this was great. it takes a ton of talent to be able to write like this and you must have that talent. so, keep it up and i will definately check out some more of your gorgeous works.....keep safe and happy
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