Category: Writers Block
in the dark at dead of night, sounds are pounding,
are they real?
are they there, or in my head?am i hear? safe in bed,
or some where else far away.
darkness pushes in close, all around pushing, pushing,
stil the sounds, don't know where or what they are, if there near or if there far,
darkness sounds, is that my life?
pushing pounding on and on.
now it starts to fade away, but why? and how,
and for how long.
i don't know and nore do i care.
sleep now, is coming my way, hope to sleep not to dream,
in the dreams the sounds begin,
but the darkness never leaves.
though in bed sound asleep,
still the darkness around me creaps.
nore the sun, nore the moon,
can chace away this world of gloom.
it enters places, no one should ever go.
leaving me feeling, dirty and low.
pushing, touching, trying to rest,
deep with in my akeing brest.
there for now, we have to leave,
or my soul shall shorely bleed.
i like it
thanks honey
wow! That's deep.
wow, i like it,...it's wonderful.
wow you go chicky. big hugs, shea
when you red this out loud its almost like Gothic rap very very good!
Linds. Wow. That's awesome, in an ouchy, unsettling sort of way. Is there more where it came from?
wow! Very good! You should definitely write more!
thanks all for your comments, i will try and do more, but we will have to see. huggels. to you all.
Hmm wow, not used to reading such deep works, I find yours an and Ky's writing a bit difacult to graps, ut it is good never the less. Smiley
good job
I'm not really a big fan of poetry, but yours was beautiful smiles. huggles,
I'll vt when you're around next.
Wow sis, you are a great writer!!! Go on this way!!! *smiles*