A Man Who I Use To Know Poem by nic Leisure
A Man Who I Use To Know
Blood running down my arms
Taking every ounce of pain out of me
It feels like nothing of a mad man
Crying to die hoping to be killed by some one else
Who has no feelings?
Stopping at the raft of his own tears
Asking him what comes next
Feeling who he is
The tiring of madness, and a sadness man
Combined feeling soaside and crying the dark
With a gun to his dead
Saying I’m sorry what I have done
Dropping the gun to live another day
sad poem, I liked how he dropped the gun at the end. suicide is never the answer!
It is very sad to know a dying man. A lifetime rememberance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 9:14:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow nick this one here i like it cuz it has alot of thought and there is some sadness in it but other then that i like the end of it when he drooped the gun at the end