No more
by Ginny Dec 19, 2005
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Alone, I cry in a dark hollow room. Am I the next to be doomed? The sounds of fingers scratching on the door, pleading to give me no more, no more of what? Life, A yell I scream loud enough for the dead to wake. Does anyone hear me goodnesses sake? Quivering like a newborn. Its as though I have been scorn. Since no one is hearing what I say, there shall not be another day. |
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20 years ago
by firexflys
Wow if you wrote that when you were 13 i cant wait to see what you write now it much be amazing, i liek this poem because i remember feel like this not to long ago, nice job keep up the great work 5/5
