Act II
by E Dacaf Oct 12, 2011
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What to do, what to do. I'll do nothing. Just sit here in the dark, in this cold empty box I call a room. Rip all the posters of my walls and scratch the surface of this hell. Peel back the layers of paint with my shaking hands. Till they are raw and bleeding. Leave nothing left. This wooden bed, that broken chair even the pictures from my so called life. Make a pile of it all and light the match. Watch all of it go up in flames and burn the memories away. I'll sleep in peace tonight. |
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13 years agoby L
As i was reading, i was imagining everything that was in the poem.. very good.
My favorite part:
Make a pile of it all and light the match. Watch all of it go up in flames and burn the memories away
Just one thing.
By making a poem into stanzas, it makes its more appealing to the readers.
