Grudge Against the LivingA Poem by Brandon M. WhittakerEh... I finally felt creative.
I can't break free
It's so dark I can't even see I want to know why I can feel the sties That are disabling my eyes It's unbearable, now I can't breathe Is this who I'm supposed to be? Why does it matter to you What the hell it is I do What do you have against the living That makes you so unforgiving How do you sleep at night When you're haunted by the sight of life What's the point in trying to fight? I think you're afraid You hurt others because you're stained But when you're alone And the darkness around you grows Everything you know Only shortly lingers Before it slips right through your fingers © 2012 Brandon M. WhittakerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrandon M. WhittakerLas Vegas, NVAboutWriter (unpublished) for 20 years on and off. I write fantasy and science fiction. I used to write a lot of poetry but I've moved away from that kind of writing. Hope you enjoy what you read! more..Writing
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