Treasure Island

Raven Ozera

(Crescent City CA)

Raining


begin again and break the bell
forget the thing you cannot tell
tried to warn you, ran away
just to hurt you again today
its fine, I can see the lies
that cross the mirror in my eyes
what happened then will happen now
I told you not to fall or bow
you didn't listen, now its old
tripping over this fools gold
tried not to break the thing you are
then I took it much too far
i'll fall into the arms of night
I've given up this fight

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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  • Adeline Foster (2/1/2014 1:13:00 PM)

    I like this one. Well expressed for someone so young. I even like the e.e. cummings style of no punctuation or caps. Read mine –Rain –
    Adeline
    Just a thought, last line could read: I've given up this forlorn fight. (Report) Reply

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