Digging my own grave.

by Run out of words   May 9, 2007


I let it spread,
let it take control of my mind.
I let it dangle me on a thread,
and I let it slowly turn me blind.

I let it trip me till I bled,
and I think I may have bled a little too much.
And after all was done and said,
the pain was a little more than just a punch.

It creeped into my heart,
and it formed a little hole.
And with each and every minute apart,
a little life from my soul it stole.

Little by little each part went missing,
and soon it completely dissapeared.
And there I stood a souless being,
I had become what I had once feared.

A disease much to dangerous to say,
it has the worst and most shallowest approach.
Instead of attacking you through the normal ways,
it comes as a hunter and your heart is what it wants to poach.

Silly me I didn't see,
and I let it linger behind.
And before I could count "One, two three",
It leaped it and took over my mind.

And now I can't think,
I can't sleep or smile.
All I can do is lean on the sink,
and day dream for a while.

What can I say?
I merely wake up a living dead every day.
I had become love's slave,
and now I realized I was only digging my own grave.

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  • 17 years ago

    by x Mo x

    The first stanza was good, but the second one was a bit...run-on. The second and fourth lines of the second stanza seem a little long and out of flow. From the third stanza on the poem was really good. The third stanza was my favorite followed by the fourth....those flowed wonderfully. Overall the poem was good. 4/5