My True Fate
22 May, 2005
Author: Marty K
Now I lay me down to sleep.
For every night begins in weep.
I pray the Lord, please hold me tight,
For I have fought with all my might.
If I die before I wake.
The suicidal task was my true fate.
As i wake from my uneternal sleep,
I see i have true friends in my heart to keep.
With every second that passes by,
I'm sure they ask themselves "why?"
"Why does he feel this way?"
And all they can do it pray.
I pray that maybe they will see,
The pain the dwells inside of me.
So maybe one day they will understand,
Why I carry the blade in my hand.
------- Author's Notes -------
I actually wrote this in two parts, but i put them together to make one poem. this is my first attempt at a poem, but critism is welcome so i can get better. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| angel on the edge (210.55.106.11) -- Monday, May 23 2005, 08:17 am wow i luved it - your really good, cnt believe its your first. luved it |
| Britney (67.136.109.153) -- Saturday, May 28 2005, 08:06 pm Awesome poem! I loved it keep your writing up... looking to see more |
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