walking down the path
if you want to call it that
concrete that leads to anywhere
alone under a street lamp glow
long roads with car headlights
I see him again and he's waiting
I didn't know if i'd ever see him
not after that night
it's like he knew I was coming
that I was wandering without aim
come to give my life direction
but he watches me slit my wrists
and the blood pours out
he looks at me with a slight tilt
a slight tilt in his head and figure
I fall to the ground
the concrete scrapes my legs
but all I can feel are my arms
the street lamp near here doesn't work
the only glow comes from the distant moon
the man grabs the knife I had
and plunges it into my chest
once, then twice, then he drops the knife
I see the headlights of a car
a car coming down the street
but when their lights reach me
seconds later, the man vanishes
almost like he wasn't there
but I know he was
because the knife's gone too
not seeing me, the car passes
and so do I
but just before I do
the man looks down upon me
and I see sadness in his eyes.
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Comments4
Wow, quite graphic. This seems like a dream, well a nightmare really. Scary stuff the violence. Interesting read NinjaGirl.
Thank you!
Love poems from other languages they carry their own flavor and have written one in Portugeese but it is not my strong suite Thsois looks like Greek and I don't know Greek so will wait for your next one
Haha, thanks for reading!
BRAVO
Thank you!
You're welcome
Ouch, nice write...
thank you (I think?)
Haha, your welcome, its just an interesting poem lmao
lol so true it's the most random one i've ever written...I was curious to see how it would be interpreted
Yeah, but i like it so good job
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