Allen gill

Rookie (07-03-1991 / Cleveland)

Death Upon My Soul - Poem by Allen gill

Cold and unwilling I feel it's hand choking my soul
I can not truely last, memories of what I loved flash like a camera pictures forever burned on my brain this is where i lay sobbing in the rain calling for my bestfriend jane dying slowly on passion of my lover dreams are caving in i cannot take this pain my hand falls in a bloody stain it's my blood the rain falls on i am no more I've hit the floor


Comments about Death Upon My Soul by Allen gill

  • (5/1/2008 11:26:00 AM)


    interesting title
    you have
    there.
    A very nice poem
    I would try to
    change the presentation
    a little
    to give it
    a
    feel
    for
    your
    soul
    tony
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2008


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