Silence

poetboy123

One mistake too many

That's what they said

I was too blind to see

I was already dead

 

If pain is art, it is poetic

On that regard, I'm no skeptic

For poems and art both haunt 

Leaving me pale faced and gaunt

 

Drip,drop,ring,ding,boom

The final hours of my doom

Words unmeant, I wish they were feeble

But hearts they shattered, leaving dull

 

Sun setting on the broken kingdom

Loss after loss, victim after victim

The end of the shadowed prince

Leaving a simple art, poetic-like SILENCE

 

  • Author: poetboy123 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2017 21:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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