Childish Dreams

by Jenna Rose Kat   Oct 30, 2007


Falling on the ground so cold,
These childish feelings are growing old.

Lying near the edge of defeat,
The ravenous demons will come to eat.

Sitting by the window, watching the sun rise,
Tears of fire, that is what I despise.

Death cries out my name,
But more than two can play this game.

So at night I put my head on the pillow,
My mind sinking to a state of mellow.

But now my fears are summed,
For the sandman may come.

Spare me, leave me, let me sleep,
Death can't take my soul to keep.

So I lay here in the fading light,
Hoping my next day is much more bright.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden

    It was good until it hit the pillow line. It sort of lost it from there. Pillow and mellow don't rhyme, and then I just wasn't very fond of the other lines. The soul to keep line wasn't bad though. Reminded me of a song. Anyways, I really liked your title choice. It was intriguing. The poem itself was all right. Not my favorite, but all right. I've I could I'd give it a 3.7, but I can't so I'll give it a four.

  • 16 years ago

    by NottShawn

    I can really relate to this one and this is very welll written keep up the good work 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Taylor

    Love the imagery you use.
    really well written:)

    5/5 yet again

  • 16 years ago

    by Polaroid

    Great great great times a million gazillion lol
    10/10

  • 16 years ago

    by xxSuicidalxx

    Like it! Very descriptive and uniquely written! Keep up the good work!!!!! 5/5

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