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Thursday, May 18, 2006 @ 5:01 PM


My own poem. I'm attempting to write like a proffessional. Very nooby, but...well...

A sea of shattered glass lay before me
A friend I held so dear
In the middle of it all.
He escaped his pursuers
He climbed up six storeys
But when he reached me finally,
He broke through the glass and died
Oh, how sorrowful I am!
He has forgotten how much I loved him.
He has forgotten how that love guided him back to the straight path.
He died right in front of me.
I now dislike,
Despise,
Loathe,
Yet love him still.
Who I really hate
Are the police
Who chased him far and wide
Up to this skyscraper.
He promised to meet me at the sixth floor
But breathed his last breath there instead.

~Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

Shuts! I gotta stop working on poems...this has given me a new idea for yet another story! How am I going to work on 18 December now???!!