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by Natalie Mar 10, 2008
Sadness, depression /
Brick walls hide the unknown,
Concrete ground breaks apart,
Step foots creep up behind,
Tipping shock out of frail heart.
Fingertips touch chasity skin,
The lights dim low as if blind,
Screams echoe into the night,
Chasing thoughts inside mind.
Thrown down to unleashed hell,
Burning flames heat chaotic eyes,
Tortured by many evil intentions,
When will this demon say goodbye?
"A great poet draws with literature". Its nice to find such an artist like yourself. Comment back on my own...
Its nice one you write,i like the words and the flow, drawing pictuer by words is talent and you got it,well done 5/5
Nat, it feels so good reading your poetry again. I've really missed your writing, and in this poem, it seemed like I never stopped reading.
I've always enjoyed the pictures you create with your words.