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Crumbling Stone

Poetry By: LizLew
Poetry


Yep.


Submitted:Aug 8, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I hear them talk to me full of pain,
Their screams enter my head, again and again.
My temples are burning, but I still hear them,
Will this pain never end?
Their twisted words full of hate,
Screaming, crying, it's too late.
The silent tears stream down my face,
I don't want to live if this is my fate.
My pain is unbearable, my head on fire,
A lonely world where death is a desire.
At the edge of a cliff and I'm about to step off,
I close my eyes, beg once more for it to stop.
But pain continues, voices still loud,
There's only one thing left to do now.
I feel the wind slightly pushing me,
It's the end, it's how it's ment to be.
No one will stop me, I'm alone,
I used to be strong, now I'm crumbling stone.
I take the step, ready to fall,
Will anyone try to catch me at all?





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