Walking in looking up at you
hands cold as ice
I want I need
to live a part
(don't kill the messenger)
God Please
Eyes of yours full of pain
hands so big you stand
please leave and let me be
I am so tired of being afraid
(Oh God please don't let him kill the messenger)
Your eyes turn to rage your hands to fists
you lunge I turn and run
tears of frustration running down my face
(Why God will you not protect the messenger?)
A contest entry
- Short Poems by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended May 26, 202 entries
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Comments
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Unfortunate...
Yes the messenger does usually take the heat. But luckily God gave them feet to run with. Sad little poem penned here.
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Thanks for entering my little contest
I really enjoyed reading this poem - very true! Nice style of writing as well! Good luck!
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Good but frightening
This makes me want to get back into Battle Dress.
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I like your poem, but you could have noted me as your great inspiration.
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Well who likes being hte messenger anyway??? No one thats who!!! And this is the perfect reason why!! Well done sis and best of luck in the contest!
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I can feel the pain reading this. Very well written.
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This hurts to read my friend... It is filled with so much pain and emotion. This is all too common... it happens far to much.
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