Death Attack - a poem by me

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Alais, Mar 1, 2009.

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  1. Alais

    Alais Well-Known Member

    Let me know if you like this. I wrote it while sitting in the car listening to a train in the distance.

    Death Attack

    Lonely whistle
    kindred heart.
    Endless crossings
    from the start.

    Hot ashen tears
    see-thru scars.
    Ridin’ nowhere
    inside cars.

    Pressure’s squeezin
    bottom drops.
    Gray horizons
    just won’t stop.

    Rough turbulence
    hard to breathe.
    Lost in clouds
    where souls freeze.

    Set adrift and
    given up.
    Can’t find home port
    bunk or cup.

    Sails are damaged
    compass bent.
    Can’t find North or
    where life went.

    And Baby I’m sorry that it got this far;
    got so far that now I’ve no going back.
    There’s no hope left for one such as me;
    stumbled and fallen off life’s proper track.

    Now it’s nothin’ but a death attack.
  2. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Love it. Strong, tight verse with bleak images.
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    wow! You're very talented!
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