Death
I stand alone,
I watch.
There is no one.
Nobody is around.
I hold my breath...
And I search.
I searh for any one.
And I see,
death is everywhere.
But...
Then I see a girl,
A small child.
I head her way,
and she looks up at me.
I can see the fear in her eyes.
"Help me," she says.
She is a lost soul...
I reach out,
tears filling my eyes,
And touch nothing but air.
Her spirit disappears...
I am alone.
01-07-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hold Me | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
| No Longer | 0 | 01/18/2010 |
| Um.. | 0 | 01/18/2010 |
| ((Untitled)) | 0 | 01/12/2010 |
| -Untitled- | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (Untitled...) | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Life | 1 | 08/10/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
| Cold World | 1 | 08/10/2009 |
| Death | 1 | 12/13/2009 |
| (Untitled) | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
| Simple | 1 | 05/15/2009 |
| Haiku of death | 1 | 03/14/2009 |
| I don't know who i am | 2 | 02/20/2009 |
| A true friend | 6 | 02/20/2009 |
| Rain | 3 | 02/20/2009 |
| Just You | 1 | 02/06/2009 |
| I wish you were here | 5 | 02/06/2009 |
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