The end

by anna   Oct 6, 2006


My face is moisten with tears so sweet
While I consider my past regrets and weep
I consider my pained mistakes
About the life I tried to make
But even I could see it was fake
Breathing slows to a deadly whisper
As I feel deaths cold casper
Thinking that life is at its last
Filling me with hidden rage, the tears outburst
My problems start to fold
As my fate dose start to mold

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  • 17 years ago

    by Bradley Peter

    I'm truly sorry, but I just felt that this poem wasn't as good as it could've been. I also think that because it didn't rhyme, some of the depth and magic was taken away. As I say, I'm sorry for the harsh comment.

    Brad

    P.S. Thanks for you comment on my poem 'The Evil in my Veins', it was and always is much appreciated.

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