Consequences Poem by Kaitlyn Henning
Consequences
Blades of ice chill my spine
My time is coming
Locked in a darkend room,
The dead all around me
Nowhere to turn.
Their life's blood covers it all.
The floor, the walls, Me
Days go by while I am hidden
The body now at my feet is familiar
The consequences of taking a life
I must watch mine be taken from me.
hmmm....Kaitlynn.....this is not one of your best poems. It doesn't really flow together. Try having things in chronic (vocab word! ! !) order. I like the morbidness of the poem....so dark, so deep. Makes me wonder what you were thinking ^.^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 7:18:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a morbid little thing with cold, cold imagery. Get out of that cold dark room, Kaitlyn! Run ;)