death;

death;

 

 

 

tear the indigo blue folds of sky,

rip the peace in the

world,

cut the hated,

love,

cruely.

what day coud you have

chosen;

to be worse?

on such a day of

celebration,

creased.

how could wet,

be wet?

dry be

dry?

the smudges,

of black

on my sight.

now to ruin,

no,

slay.

how could one

so precious,

and close;

pound

such a

perfect hour.

i remeber,

the happiness.

proud, the smile,

wide.

the news hitting

like lightning.

destoroying

not only my

curve.

how so selfish of

me,

that i may

not think in

your shoes.

then,

how I simply

forgot, for minutes

at a time.

then when stopping

to think,

the shock.

how it seems so unreal,

for surely this was not the

deal.

the white,

falling from the sky,

the voices,

yelling.

how i wish to

climb up there,

tell you not

ever.

 

Author's Note

this isn't a very stable subject for me,
so don't be too harsh.

Reviews

[Aludra]

The way you wrote this poem is said in my mind as spoken word.
I'm curious to know, is this your point of view or feeling on death?

I'm glad you decided to share this poem with everyone, even if it isn't a stable subject for you. I really do admire that you did so, and I hope everyone else does too :].

By the way, just a side note. You might want to fix a few spelling errors to make your poem even better. I'll point out the words, and their actual spelling. Hope it helps:

cruely - cruelty
coud - could
remeber - remember
destoroying - destroying

Keep up the work, Mere. :D

[melancholia skies]

>_>;, Oh Hai Aludra.

It was good, but like Aludra, it may be the internet, however for the message to get across, atleast be accurate with your spelling when publishing it. It was pretty confusing, when you jumped from thing to thing, just add some flow.