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I run! I run! I run! I run!
Getting whipped by wheat under the mid morning sun.
Crushing leaves into the soil by the pounding of my feet.
All I feel is the crush of my heart drowned out by the buzzing of a mosquito's beat.
My Mother, Father and that idiot bastard they called my brother!
Beat me now!
Laugh at me now!
As you burn to the ground .
Consumed by my rage.
I hope my tears put out the flame and you all will be saved.
Alone I can't be in this wretched place.
With a full cup of life left alone to face strife.
Thieves in the night getting drunker with every swallow until my soul is left cold and hollow.
Eyes pop open.
Dart left right.
Short breaths of cold fright.
Night has fallen on this quickened flight.
A timid piercing glance into heaven.
Tells me of no dream but a sin upon my brethren.
Angels descend not on doves wings but upon fiery steeds with swords drawn and keen.
| Great poem i enjoyed reading it i think its juss fine how it is i wouldnt change a thing becasue its been my experience things writting on impluse have more meaning reguardless of small mistakes who knows they may have a secret messege u havent decoded yet oh n by the way we r all sinner ,lol but Great peom By the way i'm No talent check out some of my work sometime||| Posted on 2005-04-12 00:00:00 | by No Talent | [ Reply to This ] || Wow! If only I could write with that much energy and talent. This was a great read. The flow seemed perfect, it made the write that much more effective.|
I hope to read more of your work soon... and as soon as I have more time, I will do just that. Keep up the great work, and I'll be reading more soon, you can count on that.
|| Posted on 2005-04-12 00:00:00 | by Unicorn Poet | [ Reply to This ] |