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Wanted Dead
The sun in anger
hid in disgrace
to the blood
uneasily
sitting upon
my once clean sleeves.
The clouds in vengeance
poured raging tears
down upon my heart
that had sunk long ago
Lost and buried
gone well beneath my mask.
No umbrella to shield me
from the raging storms
of dark depression
and the nights of pain and confusion
which lay angry and lurking ahead.
Perhaps I should just sleep,
maybe life just wants me dead.
hid in disgrace
to the blood
uneasily
sitting upon
my once clean sleeves.
The clouds in vengeance
poured raging tears
down upon my heart
that had sunk long ago
Lost and buried
gone well beneath my mask.
No umbrella to shield me
from the raging storms
of dark depression
and the nights of pain and confusion
which lay angry and lurking ahead.
Perhaps I should just sleep,
maybe life just wants me dead.
Published 27th Jan 2011
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27th Jan 2011 6:23pm
27th Jan 2011 7:55pm
27th Jan 2011 9:19pm
great poem, nicely done. i love how you personify the sun and weather. keep writing you talented girl :) x
30th Jan 2011 1:59am
2nd Feb 2011 3:30pm
