by David Mar 20, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
As my eyes darken and my heart grows cold. As the days pass and i grow old. My arms grow weak and my legs wont hold. The one thing i ignored was what i was told. |
by Cleo
I thought the words u chose to describe were really effective. great poem! |
by Sarah Ann
Beautiful poetry with an excellent sense of word choice. It rhymed well, but a separation in the lines would probably do it better. Still, awesome work! 5/5 |
by UnToLd TrUtH
I loved this poem! |
by Natalie
My lips get dry and my mind gets frayed. My hands grow weak and my ears delayed. My fear grows heavy and my happiness fades. |
by Jon Hunt
Its a good poem, im not sure about how its laid out, part of me says that each sentance should be a seperate line.. but then another part of me says that it means something how it is grouped. |