Scream the Secrets In My HeadA Poem by realmwriter
Sounds of fly's, buzzing over head,
have left me wondering if I am alive or if I'm dead. Before they drive the nail and rest me in my bed, please someone tell me, am I alive or am I dead? Heard the noise in the head, I figured was what was said, was that I was dead. Outside in the dust, I smelled the mold and must and I guess that I should be alive. I sense the growing hive, a singular thought inside. Count me down my days, as I grow closer to the haze. For in this maze called life, we all deal differently with strife. So languish on no more, to walk hastily through the door, never to return the key, so as not to look and see, if I am alive or if I'm dead. Senses over run, bullets in the gun I've blown away the key, now violence is left to be. Blinding in the light, I suffer to the fight, no other reprieve for me but to stumble setting free. Am I alive or am I dead? Scream the Secrets In My Head.
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10 Reviews Added on December 13, 2011 Last Updated on December 25, 2011 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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