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Damned Posted on: June 26, 2008, at 07:52:54am It's so dark down here But my vision is clear There is a light behind the wall Soft, aglow, I long to answer its call The wall is high, and smooth I find The light has softened, and yet I'm blind My deep crimson eyes ache and swell Tears begin to leak, for light I don't know well Cast into darkness, exiled in Death's park Light is a phantom that shuns my mark The velvet zig-zag in the palm of my hand Forbidding me from all promised land I reach my thin, white arms above No groves for a strong hold my love I jump and clash into the wall Creating a one person brawl The wall is too high THAT I can't lie Jumping and failing I throw my self down arms flailing Why can't I do this? What's wrong with me? I'm ugly and cursed. Hung from a tree. My devils wings won't even carry me anymore For cruel deeds and sweet dreams the devil tore There is a glistening at the corner of my eye a golden ladder I spy It's too bright and killing my head But I don't care, I'm already dead My eyes hardly open I reach out my hand groping Nothing. Nothing? I furiously rake my hands through the ladder slashing through it, curse that ladder! I look up to the horrible light Crying, fists ready to fight If only I could reach it! But the darkness and sorrow in my soul is too great Quickly now, I fill with hate I scream. I howl. I yank at my dark hair, glaring at the wall so foul Angrily I grab the ladder And jerk away screaming louder I had touched it. Oh yes, I had grabbed hold of it But a brilliant white fire engulfed my hand where it sit A pain so real inflamed my burned, melting skin A red puddle began for my blood to flow in Pain ebbed from all over My red eyes now shown dead white The cursed ladder burned up in flames Forever in darkness etching my name |
Posted at 6:02am on June 27th, 2008
nice a new piece of literature from you.
I like them much ^^ .
Now about this one.
You've gotten better to describe the feelings and the (events, actions, incidents and occurrences (Couldn't find the correct word for them all ;))).
It's hard for me to give constructive criticism, as i don't write poems like you do, so i can't say much sorry.