dieing pane

poem

My blood fall's to the floor with a rapid beat at my feet.

The echo is defaning.

My heart is felling up with pane and it is makeing me go insane.

Now i am sitting in a white room, staring at the four blank walls searching through the memories from my lifes dark clouded halls as i begin to fall. please release me from these wall's.

by terra chadd

Reviews

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

It's sad that there are no windows in this room. Nice expression of the emotions, very real and terrible the way a person can make us feel insane or even ourselves and we need to break free and get our minds or bodies in a place of structure or support or something equivalent, sometimes there are rifts between people and we find ourselves in pain without window panes, sorry to be so wordy

[Ryan Henderson]

I like it, a dark, haunting poem that sets a tone of desire, and flows well. Well done :)