Fate

I'm tired of my status, of my state
Being lonely seems to be my fate
I'm shy and quiet, it's no treat
It makes me feel like a piece of meat
With a bleeding heart and a set of strings
I play my notes and let them ring
Watch the sky while it weeps
Await the worlds and their final sleep
A nightingale with it's silent song
A shadow with it's axe along
Will they grow, emerge as one?
Will they part, turn and run?
Mock me once, mock me twice
I have no care 'cause I will rise
I picked a flower that once was blue
Now it's tainted, black and true
A part of me has no home
Missing from life's big black tome



Poetry by Vicious V
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 01:54

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Chantraine
woo,great done. i find it hard to write poems with rims but u did an exellent work...good, very good:)
2005-08-01


Inked.
I usually don't go for rhyming poems because I feel the meter is too forced. However, this poem stays true to form without stressing unneeded words or being awkward. Well done.
2005-08-01


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
this one squeezed my heart 'cause i do relate very well to the shyness, loneliness and feelings that itll never change along this path we're treading in life.... your words reach me... makes me want to go and hug you, you know... very beautiful expression from the heart and soul... you move me... thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-07-31


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
loneliness - hits us all during the course of the mad life. not so sure about the meat line here.
2005-07-31