Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
28: The Final Cut
(Ballad)
A dreary cloak o'ercasts the sky
In shades of solvent grey;
So, too, I wrap my cloak around
To hide my face away.
The clouds foretell of coming rain
To quench this arid earth;
So, too, shall I let loose my tears
To quench this sullen dearth
That overhangs above my head,
A sword of Damocles,
For hatred is the sharpest blade
That cuts through my disease.
That foul disease I call my life
Still lingers on my breath;
I'm only waiting for your hate
To cut me—bring me death!
Kill me with hatred, if you must—
If that will bring you peace,
But do remember that you'll kill
Your children, piece by piece.
Just as you kill the one you used to love
With all your beating heart,
So must you kill the ones who love you
And die alone in heart.
(To be continued...)
A/N: Hey there... Just thought I'd break my long spell of no updates with a little poem I just wrote... It's another downer poem, but that's just the way it is when you have such a dysfunctional family as mine... Anyway, hope the next one won't be too downer-ish... I hope... ( <_< )
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Challenge Yourself
PoetryGenres: Poetry. Summary: This latest poetry collection will chronicle whatever poetry contest or poetry writing challenge or inspirational moment I undertake. I need to get back into the poetic disposition, and this collection will help me do that...
