Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

The Path

The trees leaves were jagged,
Hanging from above
The blood on them resembled
The ones that we love

The path below was worn,
In the murkiness of day
The scars of raging fires
Where death had got its way

What did you think???

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments