Your Turn
I didn’t mean to leave you holding on.
On and on. It shows.
On and on. It grows.
I never meant to leave you there alone.
Gone. You’re gone. You’re gone.
Drawn. You’re drawn. You’re drawn.
To...
Darker days
Your dismay
You’re falling to pieces
And I’m all your reasons.
Shot like a dart.
Straight for the heart.
And now I’ve left you.
Now I’ve hurt you.
So I’ll just leave you.
Leave you to sew up the scars.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Perfect People | 1 | 04/17/2011 |
| I Like You Enough | 0 | 03/15/2011 |
| Ruthless | 1 | 01/10/2011 |
| Your Turn | 1 | 12/15/2010 |
| But Revenge is so Much Better [revised] | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| Your Fate Now | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| Duct Tape And Gasoline | 1 | 12/04/2010 |
| Lifeless Alexander | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| Breakdown | 1 | 12/04/2010 |
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