Leaving the old Behind. . .

by shawn   Dec 22, 2005


Out of sight but not out of mind;
Lying in this bed wishing what was, had not been done;
Dreaming of only better times to come;
Unable to turn back,
Leaving just one way to run;
Through the thicket of sorry and gilt,
Weaving through trees like a needle in a quilt;
Stopping silent unable to continue on this trip,
Sounds of screaming voices filling my head,
Yet unable to breach my lip;
Nothing left to do but wake up and face the dread;
Leaving behind this nightmare of woe,
To greener pastures i intend to go;

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  • 17 years ago

    by ASPHYXIATED

    First of all, Thanks for your comment =]
    Now 'bout your poem;
    I really liked the imagery.
    I really enjoyed this couplet "Through the thicket of sorry and gilt,
    Weaving through trees like a needle in a quilt;"
    Was well written.
    Well done twas a good poem. =)

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    Hmm, seems like you get all of your ideas lying in bed. That's like me, especially when I'm upset. Really good stuff, I like the rhyme scheme, and the creative rhymes you had.

  • 18 years ago

    by Little Dot

    Good work, you have good emotion in this poem, and a good rhyme scheme.

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