The Passing

by cory   Apr 6, 2008


Finding my way, I try to look back
All I can see is nasty and black

The past is seen, and reflected upon
but my whole world appears to be gone

I'm straining my eyes, I'm trying to see
A past in which, I'm happy with me

I cannot see,so I do fear
That the path's end is growing near

You can't just leave them they love you to much
Shut up stupid head enough is enough

I pull back the bolt, and aim at my head
Soon i will join the land of the dead

Stories of damned ring in my ears
My death grows nearer i conquer my fears

I pull back the trigger I feel the blast
I'm happy to know that my life has past

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  • 15 years ago

    by divine divinity

    Excellent poem! Nothing is overpowering or sounds out of place. Its simple but very effective, I like the rhythm, its steady like a march or something. Well written. Beautiful poem.

  • 16 years ago

    by Sazzie

    Awww sad but reli reli good
    a good poem comes from the heart =]
    keep writing

    o btw thanks for commenting my poem =]

  • 16 years ago

    by A Phoenyx in Flight

    Omg this poem is sooo sad

    i love it though

  • 16 years ago

    by Miu

    Wow! Imagery was AMAzing! The poem really went into me and made me in my mind live it all through, incredible!
    Very sad, so so deep! I really loved it!

    Keep it up!
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    Dear sweet Cory, you do know how to write your pain, it is good to see you back in our midst again.

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