It isn't the same,
i feel i am to blame,
when i am crying i tell myself,
that with this stress it hurts my health.
...
It's dark outside
I am lonely and sad
But I see the light
You ask my name
...
Standing in my mind,
And its like a wasteland of feelings
Its dark and cold
But yet bright and warm,
...
The dragon awaits a person,
a he, a she, an it.
The dragon awaits a killer,
a killer to end its miserable life.
...
I stammer my breath,
Stuttering my last words,
As the tears are drawn from my eyes,
This existents was for no-ones health,
...
I am twelve and live in Burnham on crouch. I love writing poems but don't know very much of the theorem of poetry. I love comments aswell :) Thanks)
Death Of A Friend
It isn't the same,
i feel i am to blame,
when i am crying i tell myself,
that with this stress it hurts my health.
I need to know that she is fine,
and that she will be always mine,
but then i think of that terrible night
when we got caught in that gang fight