Anita Clark

Rookie (13/10/1989 / Falkirk)

Between The Mist Of Confusion And Delusion - Poem by Anita Clark

I sit here tonight,
The stars choke in the moonlight,

Blood - red suicide,
My life?
My life?

Just can't decide...
The pressure, might cause some divide,
Can't be helped, I know the cause.

Not too surprising I must say,
That my heart's been taken, abused away,
Confused for days,

About what may lay in coming days,
For I know one.... or could that be two?
Your plan, liase - shame on you.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, sound of a bomb...
Wouldn't scare, only shred to tears, something I'm now sure of.
I say it over, say it again,

but in your eyes....
I can't take your disbelief from them,
All I can say the noose hangs high,

Hangs there waiting to bleed,

To die.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010


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