The Very Last Stand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Feel the knife catch my heart,
Will I get a new start.

Take this knife from my hand,

Give me a moment to make my stand.

The one last breath before I go,

Flashing before me I wont say no.

Feel the knife catch my heart,

Will I get a new start.

To be a flower in another life,

Or keep fighting with my sith.

To keep my heart beating,

Beating, beating lets en this meeting.

6 feet under silence at last,

Will I start a new life and forget my past?


Submitted: April 03, 2012

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Insane Membrane

I likee this well done :-)

Mon, April 16th, 2012 11:22am

onlyinred

I really liked this poem because it rhymes very gracefully and it makes sense. Very well done! :)

Mon, April 16th, 2012 12:24pm

Ian Dawn

Nice, I found it started fast paced and slowed which is good trying to build an ending, my only crit is the line :"Will I get a new start" I would have loved it to read: "Will I get a brand new start" only from the point of flow it sounded shart and halted my reading of the work. Hey but I'm just commenting its a good solid piece of work. This is just my first read so on I go to teh rest of your poetry.

Mon, April 16th, 2012 10:32pm

twinkletoes

Thanks everyone for there comments and ireally really apriciatd all the imput seriously :)

Tue, April 17th, 2012 6:42pm

whiteroses

well done!!
good poem... sorry for not reading sooner...
RR were closed cuz of exams...
xxx

Thu, April 26th, 2012 5:05pm

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thanks :D

Fri, April 27th, 2012 10:43am

DLCannon Reprise

I think you would forget.....and please don't die. If growing was hard, imagine how reincarnation back into a baby will be all over again.

Thu, May 10th, 2012 1:29am

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