12-26-08
drinking again because I have no other
way of dying; and now that my guitar plays
the heartless of songs for me; I sit here
in the darkest hours of the night waiting
to give my Soul to the devil one last time
and this night never seems to come to
an end for me; because the end of the bottle
always seems to be full of a new tear or two;
that can't seem to find where those last
tears dried away from yesterdays misery of me
as I dig out my eyes just so I won't
have to know that tomarrow will be the
same old, the same old, getting way too old
pain for me again; I decide to fly like an eagle
and see just how far this fairy tale can
take me tonight in my dreams
but there wasn't a dream that I wanted to
hold close to my heart; and as the jagged edge
set in over the loneliness of it all; I
could only imagine what the Sun would feel
like shinning on my face again; when you woke
up next to me and I was gone forever
A contest entry
- I want a sad poem by Do I look good.
530 points, ended December 29, 2008, 72 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this is a really sad peom. Your a great writer thanks for entering
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This is so sad...there are other ways to die..but I suppose drinking doesn't seem like such a bad way to die at this point to me.
This is an excellently executed poem! Great job! Good Luck in the contest! Best wishes,
Beverly -
This is amazing.
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