Author’s note: I don’t write a lot of poetry simply for the fact that I’m not good at rhyming *sweats nervously* but I hope you enjoy it. Or at the very least you don’t hate it 🙂
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Melancholy. Hollow. Pain. Emotions cold as freezing rain. Those who don’t know never will, and those who do are destined to kill
The knife was sharp, the gun was loaded, my aching heart, once whole, exploded
Blood and tears covered the floor, and life, for me, was never more
I saw and stared, could it be true? I met my fate at the hands of you
You smiled and gloated, pleased with your kill, and left me to rot, my body cold and still.
I watched this behind the invisible wall, where spirits lurk and demons crawl.
And then I heard a sudden wrapping, like someone on a door just tapping.
So, turning, I looked to the door on my right, and through it stood a fearsome sight.
This last goodbye would bring my end, for it was Death, my oldest friend.
Caddlebear said:
I’ve always admired people who can do poetry or are even willing to try. It takes a lot of courage to do something you’re not sure of. I liked it, but I’m no poetry expert at all. I am interested to see more poetry from you though. It’s very dark, but I really like it. And dark in itself isn’t a bad thing! 🙂
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DakotaCarter said:
Thank you! Any poetry I do is experimental because I’m not very good at it, plus my inner darkness tends to come out more in poems *grimace* but thank you! 🙂
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Caddlebear said:
Experimentation is how we improve and learn what works for us! And there is absolutely nothing wrong with letting the inner darkness out every now and then 🙂 Keep it up! Keep being you.
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DakotaCarter said:
Thank you!
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