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A poem
i'm utterly silent and black inside
and cold i'm devoid of feeling my insides are cavernous and deep and bleekly cold i lay here in a sickeningly vile pool lipidly swimming with every overwhelming emotion and quiet thought and darkness swirling round my fingertips exposed and infantinely tender and cold how is it that this reality came to be? i can hardly remember life before this black existence vainly i reach out awkward and clumsy fingers outstretched blindly searching for guidance selfishly seeking for pity meekly begging for compassion and love inside and warmth |
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that's interesting junglejunkie
suggestion: maybe you can avoid using so many "I'd" in the first stanza? that might leave a better effect... perhaps? Ex. utterly silent and black inside cold, i'm devoid of feeling insides, cavernous and deep and bleekly cold that sort of things ;) just a personal opinion. |