Left to Die

Howling wind
Icy fingers reaching
Reaching to tear out my soul
Unspeakable pain
I scream

Why did you
These things you did
Never caring, never ceasing
Passing slowly on by
Left to die
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Trying something different

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Comments (2)

andrew149
Hi Steve, I like this one, I think it is good to try other styles, you will know when you find your own, and you will be happy with it...With this one, there is plenty of scope for the reader to fill in their own story, between the lines.....THE place, where the most important story always is...Kindest regards....Andrew..cool
Redex
I enjoyed too steve especially appreciated as I am trying different way too, its great fun.dancing cheers
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