- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Biding Time
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Click hereCopyright 2003
I bide my time 'till death; In Life.
Long, confident, or not-so,
Strides I take towards my date, so grim.
So, bright.
But, It is one date I cannot miss.
Calculated, before even my birth,
was death, inevitable.
The tone of church bells shall ring,
Cleanly.
And false friends,
False family,
Shall cry for my lost personality.
Watching almost with horific, hidden grins.
Glad, yes.
Glad inside,
That they are not in this abyss.
This abyss of death.
Alone really, in life, I fall
My mute screams,
Bode unwell for the rest of my forty seconds
Of breath.
The dreams and thoughts
I had during life,
Shall torment me no more.
No matter, to my soon to be dead body,
Inconsequential in death, are they.
Odd, that I should notice,
No moss upon the rocks.
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agovery boring existence and long days and nights TK U MJ LV NV
duddle146about 17 years agoLife is like a vapor ~ soon it vanishes into thin air and is no more.
annaswirlsover 20 years agoHey there Godess, hope things are lookin' up.
One suggestion, lose (or greatly reduce) the punctuation. Unless it is really necessary it really breaks up the flow of the poem by making the reader pause when they should be swimming along your river of words endlessly towards something I am not sure what.....lol You have a lot of beautiful lines in here that belong together, not separated by a cold, unfeeling slash dash dot ick
