Writting in blood.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Gemballs, Nov 30, 2009.

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  1. Gemballs

    Gemballs Well-Known Member

    This isnt one of my best poems, however it was how i was feeling.

    As the clock ticks,
    it strikes 9,
    i start to write,
    i think to myself,
    if my life was a book
    i think to myself,
    all it would be,
    is a bold smudge of blood across the page.
    With countless amounts of heartaches, traumas and rages
    When i feel like this
    my light inside
    it died
    just as i wish to
    i sat in the empty corner
    and i cried
    it has effected everything
    in so many lives
    it went unnoticed
    no conclusion has been drawn
    i wish to write this
    so all of you out there
    can feel the pain
    which i too have felt.
    the pain, which was just washed
    as rain washes down drains.
    as im writting this
    i feel like im writting with blood from my skin
    just as my tears
    would stream down the page.
  2. Gemballs

    Gemballs Well-Known Member

    not sure if i like it or not.
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