Look at you, my deranged friend
You say that this may be the end
Every day you try and disappear
But really, you were never here
They used to see you light the sky
But now you cannot reach that high
Not one will come to find you now
This company you won't allow
You taste nothing but your own wrath
You're an out-of-order psychopath
Demented and you're out of line
A burned out star that doesn't shine
Inside a world without sound
No motion as you look around
Your mind is fractured, soul has died
Silently, you walk outside
A match in hand is what I've seen
You're drenched in blood and gasoline
Now just sit back and watch the flood
The burning fire in the blood
Author notes
June 15, 2008... When I saw the prompt for this contest it kind of inspired me... This is kind of a letter in the second person to myself. This is how I feel when I get depressed.
A contest entry
- A Fire In The Blood by Sokarjo.
2600 points, ended June 25, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
PLEASE be HONEST when commenting my writing. Tell me I SUCK, if that's what you think.
Comments
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I thought that was beautiful. You have a strong heart. I wish I could write things like that express how I feel.
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Thank you! I used to write poems just for fun but when my friend candle in the light sahowed this sight to me it gave me a chance to share my own little poems to the world. I thank you again for telling me they are good and i enjoy writing.
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