Dying In The Corner

by David   Jul 26, 2006


Sitting in the corner,
with my knees against my chest,
I cry.

Crying in the corner,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
I think.

Thinking in the corner,
with my life so in distress,
I weep.

Weeping in the corner,
with myself being depressed,
I stress.

Stressing in the corner,
with my gun up to my head,
I fear.

Fearing in the corner,
with my body shaking,
I tremble.

Trembling in the corner,
with my knees up to my chest,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
with my life so in distressed,
with myself being depressed,
with my gun up to my head,
with my body shaking,
I die.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lisa Carter

    Wow i love it.

  • 17 years ago

    by Simple Sensation

    Woah!! This is a great poem!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    Wow, that was a very interesting piece here David. I loved how the ideas flowed from one verse to the next. It connected the entire poem, as one. The title of the poem also adds a little extra to it, you didn't even need to question what was going to happen. Also, that last verse was great. It summed up everything you had written and brought those ideas together. Lol, this is just a really cool piece!

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