Cold and afraid,
I have dug my grave.
My heart races,
Memories and faces.
The lightening cracks,
The last branch of hope snaps.
I am alone and I am afraid,
for tonight beneath the stars my bed is made.
An unchallenged hunger is allowed to fade.
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Author:
Kirk Garnett (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2016 17:49
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Moving and poignant . The wording so poetic it ought to cheer. May the last branch not snap dear.
Pls do comment out my latest poem too. I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
Welcome to MPS! Very moving but sad first poem. Love the rhymes. Can't wait to read more of your work! Thanks for sharing.
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