Crimson ...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short poem about a broken man's last moments.

Nooses hang upon the trees,

swaying gently in the breeze.

Self loathing rips through his chest,

a raging beast which never rests.

Unseeing eyes stare through the mist,

wondering if he'll be forgotten, or missed.

His wrists are slashed, his leaves stained red,

His heart is heavy like carrying lead.

As tears come to his eyes,

his final words,

a whispered, Goodbye.


Submitted: April 25, 2012

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My Overactive Imagination

very emotional, fantastically written (: i gave it a like :D

Wed, April 25th, 2012 4:23pm

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Thanks :)

Wed, April 25th, 2012 11:29am

memoryblue

This poem is beautifully written and clears the foggy window into another's life and mind. I hope people read this and go out into the world not as judgemental of people who hurt.

Wed, April 25th, 2012 6:46pm

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Thank you for the compliment, and I too desire for people to cease judging people. However, I think we're starting to sound like idealists - maybe one day society will be better :)

Thanks again for the comment.

Memories1995 xxx

Wed, April 25th, 2012 11:54am

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