the valley of shadow, of death

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Azul, Jan 14, 2008.

Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. Azul

    Azul Well-Known Member

    As I was walking through the valley of the shadow, of death
    Although I did not fear evil
    I lost my guard, and terrible things came over me
    And no matter which way I turned, no matter what side I crawled to
    They would not let me go
    I made acquiantance with the dirt
    My bed was on cold stones
    They locked me up, took the light away
    I cried for water
    I broke my hands on their cold floor, so they could taste my blood
    They tortured me, dragged me through the mud, for centuries and centuries
    Every door that I knocked on, remained closed to me
    I was starved by women
    Mocked by children
    I was living like a dog
    I asked the vultures “don’t you want my bones”
    There I was, right in the middle of the world
    Crying bitter tears, but there was no one that heard me
  2. WhyMeWhy

    WhyMeWhy Well-Known Member

    I'm liking your work very much.... it's the darkness :cool:
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    I really like this poem,I hope it doesn't reflect on how you truly feel :sad:
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.