The Betrayer
A Poem by Paradoxical
My mind wanders Through the fields of life I stand in the poppies Made of hate so strife
Their red clouds my vision Blood in the air As I sit here in boredom There, all in fear
I take a sharp breath Toward the end of my day But I watch in horror Death’s little play
And then the black comes Darker than night Never to see the sun Never to see light |
© 2010 Paradoxical
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Added on July 19, 2010
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Paradoxical Forever Land, Where Dreams Never End, AZ
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I write because it is my dream to be a writer and I enjoy it. I can pour my heart into a poem or a story and make it as artistic as I want. It's a beautiful thing to have the words to express myself w.. more..
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