I was doodling with red pen
'cos I was bored and I drew
a cloud with red raindrops, I think
it inspired this.
~L.~
White clouds burdened with heavy tears
that constantly threaten to fall,
uncontrollable lighting strikes to release fears
trapping in a dark room with none to call.
Abusive voices with nasty jeers
locked in the head with no exit door,
screaming in the black, but no-one hears
unable to cope, blood falls heavily on the floor.
06/01/09
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2009-01-07 at 04:54
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'cos I was bored and I drew
a cloud with red raindrops, I think
it inspired this.
~L.~
Blood Falls From White Clouds
White clouds burdened with heavy tears
that constantly threaten to fall,
uncontrollable lighting strikes to release fears
trapping in a dark room with none to call.
Abusive voices with nasty jeers
locked in the head with no exit door,
screaming in the black, but no-one hears
unable to cope, blood falls heavily on the floor.
06/01/09
Poetry by liz munro
Read 617 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-01-07 at 04:54
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