Is it poetry week or what in the UN Forums? Anyway, since everyone's being poetic, I dug out my old poem which I wrote three years back in class during my time as a literature student in school. A little shabby, but I'm gonna share it nonetheless!
"Rested" by Rollands
What my memories hold I dare not say,
For they are the reasons I am today.
The pain builds up in a giant pail,
and I turn to pills when they overspill.
My mind turns blank at the traffic lights
Green is go but red's just bright.
A honk, a bang, then a deafening squeak,
Here's what's next- but I can't speak.
Blood trails beneath my hollow head.
Follow me, now here's my death bed.
I see the tears and the guilty gaze,
no longer theirs who to be saved.
They slide me down the metal door.
I wave goodbye to an empty shore.
Freedom is here and freedom is sweet.
Oh, who knew living would be such a beat.
From morbid to solace. Fantastic! Keep on writing. Let's keep this art-form alive!
I love this sort of poem! I remember when I used to write this type of poem too, truly amazing! keep up the good work :'D