Decrepit Mind

Alone I walk,
Companionship I seek.
You broke my heart,
And made me weak.

Life gets colder,
As night quickly falls.
My heart aches,
Can you hear the call?

Unseen memories,
And unheard lies,
Are all that's left,
In my eyes.

Cold damp earth,
And the smell of decay,
Lying here wondering,
Will it all end today?




Poetry by SomThinWikid
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Written on 2005-11-23 at 20:48

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John Ashleigh
You have some rhetorical questions that will need question marks. I think a little more punctuation won't hurt - it will emphasise power, and many more emotions. It can emphasise the hurt of the broken hurt, as you so rightly describe. Good poem!
2005-11-24