blood banks in houston
What do you think of this poem I wrote?
Unasked
I wanted morning to come again
They are all around
The demons whose eyes are men
And where ebony blood is found
The darkness that beseeches them
To come closer to my bed
Hurts me like a thorny stem
And covers me in red
I can’t control the urge to hate
Yet I wallow through in pain
To my bones they lacerate
Sending writhe strait through my brain
I fight against all frayed touch
Melting in a bad way
They force me into unyielding clutch
Working me like clay
Morning comes but I don’t notice
My eyes open still are blank
Upon my lips an unfair kiss
Robbed like an unguarded bank
Nothing you do to hurt me
Will ever fully compare
To the agony and angst that taught
My body to go nowhere
Here I lay alone at last
No demons here will follow
For now the bugs and dirt alone
Will carve my body hollow
Houston
April 9, 2008
Do you know what it’s about?
1st off, very good word usage. and excellent imagry. very good poem. i write but not nearly as good as that.
2. im not sure what its about. i reeally do not kno…
good job with similes.
what was it about? contact through e-mail?
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