The Neverending Fight Poem by Chelsea Crisman

The Neverending Fight

Rating: 5.0


Drip. Drip.
Blood so red.
Plip. Plip.
A heart so dead.
No one's there.
He's so alone.
No one to hear
None have known.

Swish. Swish.
A shooting star.
He makes his wish.
He sends it far.
Just let them see.
Just let them know.
Too bad only he
Will see this show.

Slice and dice.
Cut it deep.
Dice and slice,
Help him sleep.
Endless nightmares,
Sleepless nights.
No one cares,
Why should he fight?

Drip. Drip.
Blood so red.
Plip. Plip.
A heart so dead.
She cries silently.
Her sanity frayed.
Why didn't he believe?
She wished he had stayed.

Swish. Swish.
A shooting star.
She screams her wish,
She sends it far.
Don't be sad!
Don't you cry!
It's not so bad!
Please don't die!

Slice and dice.
Cut him free!
Dice and slice!
Why didn't he see? !
Tears fall as the sirens wail.
Make him survive!
So she can tell
Him, he's her life.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ace Of Black Hearts 28 February 2012

Our life is always more important then we can comprehend or understand. No one should have that kind of confidence in what their own future holds that can take their own life. We all change if we allow it. Some deny it, and hide it. While others would rather die first.

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