Afterthought
While laying in a pool of blood,
my screams slowly fade into the darkness and become nothing more than mere whispers in the back of my mind,
I then saw myself standing before me sinking into the ground,
so I stretched forworth my hand to grasp my loss,
but with my last bit of strength I asked, will you forgive me?
Just as I drowned in blood soaked tears
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Pathway | 1 | 02/18/2010 |
| Dance Of Darkness and Light | 0 | 02/18/2010 |
| Love Is But A Dream | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| No More Sympathy | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Fight For Happiness | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Want | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Sad Strokes | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Loveless | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Zero Expectations | 3 | 02/09/2010 |
| My Sweet Lauralai | 1 | 02/08/2010 |
| Worldly Malice | 0 | 02/08/2010 |
| Depression | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| The Breakup | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| Afterthought | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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