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Running III
Contributed by
b_siegle
on
Sunday, 5th January 2003 @ 02:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Shadows surround me, eyes appear from the darkness
What are they saying, deciphering the voices
A scream in the distance, echos through the night
Exploring through a tunnel, at the end a light
Voices growing louder as do the screams
Closer I explore yet nothing to see.
It's getting much colder stinch fills the air
Its harder to breath, but still I'm not scared
The shadows pass by me, blocking my sight
Outlines of there faces, appear in the light
Children it seems, it's hard to tell
There expressions detailing, the screams they yell
I want to see, Let me go I say.
My chest starts hurting, as they're pushing me away
Light sparkling on tears that fall from there eyes.
I ask what's the matter, but still no reply.
C'mon what's that matter, why do you cry.
Why don't you want me, to walk to the light.
They circle around me I spin then fall
Watching one by one, dissappear in the wall.
I get up confused which way do I go
Now at both ends I see the light glow.
Screams and yells surround me, the laughters getting louder
The lights are screaming towards me, the air is getting hotter
I close my eyes as the light collides then let out a scream.
I open my eyes to darkness, It was just another dream.
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b_siegle
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2003-01-05 02:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Running III
(User Rating: 1 ) by Fenril(_a.k.a_ZTAP) on
Tuesday, 14th January 2003 @ 07:39:03 PM AEST (User
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Well, it is a very, very, very wonderful poem, I could picture all what it is said, in my mind, every single word came alive as I read the poem, good work |
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