Nevermore

Nevermore

A Poem by Justin Flume

Seering throughout this unspectacular world


Is nothing sacred?


Isn't it all just the dream of perfection

in a sea of imperfection?


So beat on my door

Silently I look out the window

And as you fall to the floor

You become my widow


And silently I sigh as i hit the pavement

my eyes shut


but that's when i wake

from the terrifying corners

of my subconcious


violins still sounding

further and further off in my head


and a fist gets thrown

my jaw cracks


i scream in everlasting misery

for the pain that i'll always feel


and with all that's gone down

i've only grown weaker and weaker


i f**k up over and over and over

i'm what's wrong at all times


silently the strings fall from the

edges of my mind

and i forget what a simple

chord from the bards of our day

might sound like


So this is my shelter

from the rain


i did fall

but never to far


i've always kept

on fighting




















































Am i done for?

































































Nevermore

Nevermore

sounds from the mouth of a street w***e




























the sheath of paper breaks

the pen cracks

and the words echoes

throughout

this hollow house


one by

one

the simple

pieces fit so easily together


everyhting simply takes

away the thought so you

simply don't

have to feel the same




























































Red fills the page

and suddenly i am defeated





































































































we are all forgotten

© 2012 Justin Flume


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Quite well done, I really like the power you put in your words here. Every word has a purpose and there are no detractions or distractions from your message. Great job my friend!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Justin Flume

12 Years Ago

Thanks E.
That's means a lot coming from you.
Just when you think its done; you scroll down, and BOOM! theres more lol Very good job, my friend. I liked the last line the most "we are all forgotten". Many meanings could come from just that one line depending on how the reader interpreted it at the time. Very good job.
~LivingDeath

Posted 12 Years Ago


that was so well written..
great poem :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Last line could be true. Life lead us to many places. The set-up was interesting. Life is a hard journey. A wise person know how to get up and never quit fighting. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


I MEAN IT!?!?!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is really good. I enjoyed the s**t out of this!

100/100

Keep this the f**k up man

Posted 12 Years Ago


A very emotionel poem.. keep up the good work

Posted 12 Years Ago



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