- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Morbid Dance
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Click hereLife is flashing fast.
My youth lies in the past.
Good times they just slid by.
Dear God I ache to die.
Fuck a "bright" new day.
Just take me far away.
The hurt it goes on growing.
The tears they keep on flowing.
I don't have a decent chance.
I hate this morbid dance.
Please God take my breath.
Fold me in arms of death.
Can't I just give up?
Sip that poisoned cup?
It hurts too much to try.
My soul it pleads to fly.
Don't stand in my way.
Or beg for me to stay.
If only you could see.
Life has no place for me.
Just another simple, lil...from "back then offering."
- COMMENTS
Heathen Hemmingwayover 18 years ago" I don't have a decent chance. I hate this morbid dance." How very cool, paints clear images of that all too familiar feeling of dread we feel ~ sometimes on a very regular basis. Wonderful, sound poem. Great use of simple terms. Keep writing!
RhymeFairyover 18 years agoWowza.
Glad to see your feeling
better now. Think we have all
been in that spot in time.
Where we wish ... for change.
Then something, someone
comes into our lives.
Whether a friend or lover.
Brings the sun back out,
and happiness reigns supreme ~
Nice dark poem here.
Very * Morbid * ... Moody piece.
Huggs to you my friend ~
