or rather, the song of one bipolar


Mr. Hyde

Every night I walk the streets

Of london in my head

Smilling at each soul I meet

Untill that night I dread

 

My heart grows cold

My feelings mold

I'm alight with senseless hate

To burn down all

I try tenfold

To hurt and fall from grace

 

Soon as it came

The evil wanes

I'm in control once more

I beg your love

I turn in shame

I give vainly to even the score

 

Every night I walk this life

With you, down town we creep

Hand in hand and side by side

Except one night each week





Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-11-06 at 04:07

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Dee Daffodil
Excellent poem ! It brings on a bit of a chill to the spine. I can see two figures walking under streetlights, in the fog...
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-13


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I could almost hear the echo of footprints to a sound and beat of the song, has feel and surroundings yet distant thoughts. Paints a picture of empty streets. Nice work.
2008-11-06