Not Today ©

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Not Today ©


Bright splendor fades to black as blood streams from mangled and tortured hearts.
Peace grows into chaos and confusion as thoughts of what once was, are now gone.
Abandoned and destitute I lay, as my consciousness and soul are torn apart.

Sleep writhes into my very being and I drift away.
Tears immerse in my eyes as I awake in darkness and solitude.
Knowing that here, forever, destroyed and rejected I will stay.

Sorrow flees from deep within, and my tears rise in a mist filling the empty black sky.
Thoughts stir, suffusing their venom. Forming one massive wave of ardent emotion.
Comprehension soon sets in, and I see through the confusion, and chaos, I wont let myself die.

Like this no, I wont diminish, I have to change the outlook of it all.
I wont give in to the misfortune you have put me under.
Here in the darkness, all of the wounded ones, We will come together we wont fall.

We are superior, we are one. You are nothing with the imprudent words you say.
The masses stand together, a growing resistance against your weakness forms.
Amongst us all we will withstand. We wont surrender, no never, not today.

By Nacolle M.




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Chigger2069 commented on Not Today ©

06-17-2010

i like it alot you write with such feeling and insight great write keep up the good work.

AmadeusEx commented on Not Today ©

06-16-2010

love the last line of this one....strong writing with moral, righteous undertones

Artie commented on Not Today ©

06-15-2010

I really like this piece. You show struggle and inner turmoil so well. 10 from me

Kaiprin commented on Not Today ©

12-22-2009

I like the theme of never giving up and the solemnity of it. It started in one direction and then switched to another train of thought. I like variety, so very nice.

dangedmanjr commented on Not Today ©

12-19-2009

That is moving...a glimpse of the mind right when it really makes the decision to survive...sweet.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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