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Open Question: another poem i wrote? |
what do you think of this one?? what would you change??Within stillness of the night, insanity is hold.For whispers becomes screams as the night turns hollow.Ticking clocks are louder, counting every second towards death.Dogs bark, but there is nothing there,For, their eyes flinch as if they see something un-natural accuring.The train outside my chamber slowly goes byThe tune soon changes to a melody of death singing.A sound of emptiness goes inside meAnd shows me the truth behind the bitterness.Once intoxicated new curiosity I gain,Is it really night or an allusion of pain that is filled in my heart’s spirit?Or maybe just a simple nightmare that insinuates me?Ah, true memories I gain, of stillness and time.Is it not night, allusion, or simple nightmare.But a real matter of thy heartThat has been hiding in dark.A dark heart, a living dead garden is hold.For flower inside to blossom and glow.it is alive, pure as light, and about to bloom,but once it does, the dark heart nurtures itTurning it dead black.For, Dark moments of loneliness have intoxicated my core.Making my fertile soil, dry, dead, and cracked.The soil cries for the hell to be dead and curedFor the demons to release its ghastly clutches on itAnd to later, be the reflected mirror of purity and light.Strange, the soil is soon silence with its cryingNothing has ever talked to it, only stillness and certaintyFor once being intoxicated with hell, a new awareness I have gained.From here on in life, a new taste I crave.Of hopelessness and loneness.for that is how the soil and i have lived
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