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Crestfallen

Poetry By: Jo94
Poetry


A poem of how I feel when I'm at my worst.


Submitted:Jul 15, 2009    Reads: 85    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


Crestfallen

One... two... three

she walks

through

the tall lush

her heart... bleeding

she sits...

blood

pouring out of her eyes

the ocean, next door

soars

she rolls

she breathes

…. she screams

the ample ocean scent

lays heavy over the weeds

the glum sky

hangs low

just like her

crestfallen





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