Words on a Page

As time slowed, the tears slowly dripped down his face with a feeling of grief,
As the life he loved, was slowly being stolen by a thief.

Holding his had, his grip is slipping.
The tendons of his life, ripping.

Heart pumping, and blood sprouting
He takes his last breath, screaming, shouting.

Eyes of blue, fade from life.
A simply sharp object, a knife.

Deeply sticking from aside his neck,
No signs of life, no pulse, final check.

Time has been called, curtains are closing.
All he knew, no decomposing.

No family, no friends an unhappy life
for the man with a lifetime of strife.

Reviews

[theshygirl]

very welll written!

i imagine that this would be read out loud on a funeral of a kid that thinks he is worthless.
but he isnot.

i really enjoyed this one

xxx Shy

[Annie Nicole]

I like this a lot! Great rhythm : )

[A.marie.speaks]

I liked this. It reminded me that, if anything, at least I have love of my family and friends. But apart from the message, I thought your imagery was strong and i enjoyed your word choice! Thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words honest and true.
"No family, no friends an unhappy life
for the man with a lifetime of strife."
If you hold on to nothing. This is what you will have in the end. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

this is beautiful........................

[Daydreaming]

Thank you friend.

[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

welcome, friend

[Insight "MH"]

Double unfortunate fates, ending his life for some cash and worse than that, knowing at the time his life is slipping away that he didn't have a real life to begin with.