4000 Watts

by Steven Croat   Mar 18, 2012


The bottle swung next to me.
The shivers blink and want blood...
Time stopped, my ears became deaf.
Who will see me ,when I cry?

Treasure of my being is the luck...

Yesterday the landscape became alley.
They dropped me like an old book.
My soul is an immersed tank.
I know you forget me easily.

My soul play alone on violin...

In vain nowhere any work.
If I see my parent's eyes,
hurt me weight of inertia.
The pain carry off my hands.

This scruple beat me on my heart...

I am a machine in the volley.
I march (maybe forever).
Somebodies always chase me,
I can't become a stone.

4000 Watts make me...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    I like the tittle:) and the poem:)

  • 12 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    Awesome poem :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    Really sad poem very well written :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    This is really sad but beautiful poem. The scheme and the message were neat and clearly stated. Over all well-penned. Keep always writing. God bless you.

    • 12 years ago

      by Steven Croat

      Thank you for reading and your comment!!!

  • 12 years ago

    by rock serenade

    Wow sad and sooo strong ......
    congrats 4 writting such a poem
    love it....:)
    good job steven 5/5

    • 12 years ago

      by Steven Croat

      Thank you for reading and your comment!

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