
11-15-2009, 04:53 AM
(I poem I wrote, quite some time ago.)
I'm Scared
The blind will see behind the thread,
Into the heart, of misery, and dread.
A breaking heart hides behind its face,
Clearly dreaming of a better place.
A sweet song to put it to rest,
Holding to the memories it knows best.
Tears choking the shallow throat,
Grasping out a cry of pain on a high note.
The heart beats so hard,
That it will break,
Tearing open at the spots it was scarred,
And the dead will turn over in wake.
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