Last Words Left UnspokenA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldJust an errant thoughtMy stomach knotted Snarled and snared From wants and needs And many cares Too many now For me to bare I can't go through with this My heart is bleating Beating loud From fears and angers Much too proud To leave my lips Just here and now I can't go through with this My hands are cold Colder than death All I wanted to say With my last breath Is fading now There's nothing left I can't go through with this I... Hate...
I can't go through with it © 2013 Elizabeth Porterfield |
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Added on January 7, 2013 Last Updated on January 7, 2013 AuthorElizabeth PorterfieldButlerville, ARAboutI have written and love lots of dark and depressing writing, although my friends call me chipper.... I usually am a pretty happy person unless you piss me off:) I'm twenty years old and trying to figu.. more..Writing
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