Gabrielle Nevercult


Dying - Poem by Gabrielle Nevercult

Horrible thoughts,
destroyed mind,
invisible soul,
depressed child.

Empty life,
confused head,
true lies,
everything dead.

Broken heart,
sad inside,
arrested breath
and closed eyes.

Helpless body,
cold at touching,
just too pale
to stand still battling.

Too late to worry,
too late to realize
that just a 'sorry'
can't make her revive.

All around crying,
'What has she done?
Hope they are joking,
is that for fun? '

But thats not a joke,
that's not for fun,
now dry your tears
'cause she's already gone.


Comments about Dying by Gabrielle Nevercult

  • Rookie - 0 Points Sanket Kumar Singh (7/23/2013 10:21:00 AM)

    Marvellous poem.....................too good for a new poet (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,772 Points Dave Walker (7/22/2013 10:47:00 AM)

    A powerful dark poem, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013


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