Silent Poet

Rookie (England)

The Pack - Poem by Silent Poet

Battered and bruised, he was lying on the floor.
so many chackles an cheers as he cowards even more.
blow after sinister blow, he tries to rise.
Seeing all those stars flickering in his eyes

The pack have left there near dying prey.
Not long left, as the stars flicker away.
The breeze carresses the young mans hair.
The breeze deceives life, but the life wasnt there.

The golden leaves gathered, tenderly tucking him in.
So maternally, they gathered to comfort him.
But sadly, heartbreaking its to little, to late.
Just another life that the pack had to take.

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  • (1/28/2010 12:14:00 PM)

    In complete grip of the subject. Excellent delivery. Now that is poetry! A full 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010

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