David Lomenick

Bad Day - Poem by David Lomenick

blood on the wall.
ripped open shirt.
It all started with a stalk,
walk away from the day your paranoia kicked in.
you accepted him,
his devilishly innocent grin.
deep dark secrets of his past,
your last day was his first.
you wished for the best,
but you got the worst.

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  • Rookie Moriah Cyr (6/22/2005 1:17:00 PM)

    This is my first review. I don't feel qualified for the most part to comment on anyone else's poetry. I did however have to say something this time. I loved this poem. I loved it. I'm not a great fan of drawn out hard to understand poetry. I'm a simpleton I guess. :) I got the full picture, and that I think, is what it's all about. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 6, 2005

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