Desperation

by dollwithafrown   Nov 12, 2007


It's like a clock is ticking,
Yet the seconds are too fast,
'Cause the thoughts inside my head
Tonight, never stay to last.

They reflect an angry engine,
That's giving off too much steam,
And inside my heart begins to shake,
And my tears reflect a stream.

I'm being scarred by a fire,
That's invisible to the eye.
Yet I know it's really there,
As my soul begins to fry.

I've dug a hole that's got too deep;
The light has lost its way.
If I don't escape, I won't get out,
To live another day.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Ashley

    Love it

  • 16 years ago

    by Normal is the Watchword

    I'm going to be honest, you had me captivated, and trust me I've refused to rea dpoems for the longest time due to the dullness most have, and loved with the small unique imagery you had and the tone you used to convey it and the hauntingness I felt--until I got to the last line. It was anticlimatic. A question? All that time, even if the poem was short, and you leave it with a question when you could it summed it all up with, "To live another day." or something to that extent. Sorry being honest :)

  • 16 years ago

    by SH3S fiNAllY H3R3 l0V3 U N3NA

    Very powerful poem. The flow was a bit off, but I loved it. I can definately feel what you were feeling when you wrote this. Great poem. 5/5

    <mOnStRiTo'S pRiNcEsS>

  • 16 years ago

    by FridusBlueheaven

    This is great. I love the flow and the rhyme worked well. 5/5 from me!!!

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