Author: OneLastEndeavor PM
I wrote this one during study hall at school...probably one of my most deepest poems, I don't know. Please R+R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 74 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-20-05 - id: 1891186
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A paper lies, folded in half
Wedged between the jaws of entry.
Waving softly in the bitter wind
And I come home,
Only to find a sweetly written voice
Blindness to the miserable reader
And I cry, fresh sanguine tears
With screams that rest
In decaying shadow.
A messenger, a wind, brings-
Dismay when that paper is destroyed
But words written by morbid regret
Cannot reincarnate to the unknown-