Falling

by bleedingsoul   Dec 23, 2004


Death is written.
Soon it’ll be
there forever.
The five letter
word will be
red when it’s
done.
It’ll be swollen
tomorrow.
I don’t care
anymore.
I’ll feel better
when it’s done
hopefully.
I give up.
The strength is
gone and I’m
vulnerable.
Knowing death
is there will save
me again.
I just wanna fall
again.

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  • 19 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    You have an interesting and different way of writing than most people on this site do. Refreshing in a way.
    -A