Post by Graveyard Goddess on Sept 26, 2005 18:45:42 GMT -5
A new poem. I don’t know how great it is but I tried to create some winter imagery of pained delicacy, innocence and the ruin of beauty
Snow
Struck with fear— piercing like a blade of ice falling down like frozen acid rain. A thought from somewhere echoes again. It says …Those tears will not suffice a mind that’s never felt ferocity inside. The sadness invades your world in form of flurries and you lay down onto the cold, for them to walk upon; though you’re numb and humbled down in frozen worries; You never dare to make a sound just self inflict some pain—lay down lifeless as their ground; so they will accept you as their bed of snow
Snow
Struck with fear— piercing like a blade of ice falling down like frozen acid rain. A thought from somewhere echoes again. It says …Those tears will not suffice a mind that’s never felt ferocity inside. The sadness invades your world in form of flurries and you lay down onto the cold, for them to walk upon; though you’re numb and humbled down in frozen worries; You never dare to make a sound just self inflict some pain—lay down lifeless as their ground; so they will accept you as their bed of snow
im flattered! any suggestions for improvement?
