Revisited

by Keith   Jan 5, 2008


Revisited

Door crashes through
evil pours in
in the masked shape of persecution
scrambling and scattering round
bullets blazing nearer
as i hide away,
echoed screems ring through my ears,
eery silence...

...heart races frantically
panting with panic,
a cold hand places itself on my shoulder
an icy tear runs down my face
i turn around...

...nothing.

I look forward again,
the story of horror
encrypted between the lines
marked on my families final resting place
I stretch my body once more
cold air dries my throat
Before heading back
back to today
alone.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Sydney

    Amazing poem!!! Very powerful. Definitely a 5/5 =)

  • 14 years ago

    by nikki

    Very interesting i like it!

  • 14 years ago

    by Hollymariee

    This poors alot of emotion .. Kinda creepy if you ask me haah , but it's best like that . Really well done , 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    I felt you did a very well job with this. Your emotions are so powerful and intense and you express them well in this piece. I love the style it's very original and makes your poem very easy to read. Keep up the good work. Nik

  • 14 years ago

    by effervescence

    Powerful read!
    Intense and full of emotion... Great job and keep writing!

    5/5
    Athena

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