Back to the place
The place I fear
When I last saw her face
Here
I remember it like a nightmare
When God took her away
It doesn't seem fair
It was a Black Monday
But now the grass has grown
And nature has reappeared
Her seeds were sown
Here
Only one spot remained
With blood on the grass
As if it were stained
A Black Monday had come and passed
Her presence still haunts this place
Into the midst I leered
I could almost see her spirit trapped in space
Here
She struggles to be free
She opens her mouth but can't say
Now she truly needs me
My Black Monday
In this place
The place I fear
Her demons I need to face
Here
Author notes
Fourth installment to Black Monday. enjoy.
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Comments
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you didn't play computer games did you???
damn!
very nice ... at some stages while reading this I though that it was definitely referring to a monday, then other times I felt as though it were a metaphor and still other times I felt that the two came together really well!
touche!
well done!
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metaphors
oh its definitely one huge run on metaphor, lol. thanks for reading
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