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The Fog

Contributed by BlackFire9786 on Monday, 21st April 2003 @ 02:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



White fog is clouding my brain
I hear the pounding in my ears again
I see the room start to shake
And feel the anger I’m drowning in.

I run to my room, so no one can see
The monster that’s become of me
I lock the door, pull out my knife
Wishing for the bravery to just end my life

I strike myself with the blade
Perhaps my arm, perhaps my leg
The blood runs down, onto the floor
But I just keep cutting, more and more

Finally I hear you calling for me
I’m jerked back to a world, in which I shouldn’t be
I start to breathe again, in great heavy gasps
And search for an explanation different from the last

My hands are still shaking
As I slowly return to you
You ask me why I’m shaking
I tell you to get a ***** clue

Then the yelling starts
As your anger rises too
I’m telling you, you’re wasting your time
Because no one will ever know the truth.




Copyright © BlackFire9786 ... [ 2003-04-21 14:05:00]
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Re: The Fog (User Rating: 1 )
by Amoeba on Monday, 21st April 2003 @ 02:13:06 PM AEST
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Great poem. I really enjoyed reading this one. Well Done.


Re: The Fog (User Rating: 1 )
by vydana on Monday, 21st April 2003 @ 04:00:39 PM AEST
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A wonderful poem. You're a talented poet.


Re: The Fog (User Rating: 1 )
by wild_heart_of_fire on Tuesday, 3rd June 2003 @ 02:27:40 AM AEST
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raw emotions run in the family i guess...wuahahaha...twins till the end! i could read your poems all day and forever. love ya sis!




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