Betrayed

by Richard S   May 3, 2007


A cold wind,
Out of the North.
Icy daggers,
Piercing warm heart.
The heart has no senses.

Doubts of proper character analysis.
Self doubt.
Self doubt.
self doubt.

Tune the radio.
Only sad songs,
Or static between stations.
Time check, time check.

Red faced.
Heart pounding.
Time standing still.
Still standing time.

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Oh my god, this poem is totally amazing...
    Excellent imagery, and the low is natural...
    5/5 Keep writing!