Last Words

by skynerraw   Mar 13, 2007


I lay in the starlight
Thinking of what to write
Knife in my hand
I hear the band
I write how I loved him
But he was so dim
About seeing how I feel
I feel the skin peel
Off of my neck
Not just a speck
I write I love my mother
And that I even love my brother
I've written what I have to say
Cry, they may
I take a deep breath
The only one left
I plunge the knife
I take my life
I fall, bleeding on the ground
Can't make a sound
I cry with pain
Here I shall be lain
On my deathbed
Ashamed of what I had said

*-Sky-*

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  • 17 years ago

    by David

    Well you have to go back and look at some of your earlier poems and see how much you have improved. this poem was still good. i loved it. the hurt and pain was clearly evident.

    5/5 david