Wake Up

by Christy Carpenter   Apr 4, 2004


Anger and fustration pours into my viens
My capsule is cracking
I'm thrown into a rage.

My insides twist and the blade begins to turn
My thoughts are distorted
Everything is one blur.

Main color black, some passion of red
I want to fix all my mistakes
But I've already bled.

Night time has fallen, but can't get up
Where is the sun?
I want to wake up.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Manders

    Very good poem. It would have been nice to read some more. But other then that. You have a good talent.

    Sometimes I feel that way. and when I write the best is when I am feeling lost. You write how you feel. That is a good thing... ;-)

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