Nothing

Red

So dark

 

Flowing

So fast

 

What have I done?

You know what

You did

Says a demonic voice

In the back of my head

 

The flow

Seems to be slowing now

I watch it drip

Into the puddle

 

The oh so sharp blade

Once shining

And reflecting

Is now covered

With sticky red

Blood

 

I drop it

To the floor

 

I am getting woozy

Spots of my vision

Are missing.

The  room is spinning

I lose my balance

Falling

But still

Spinning?

 

*SPLASH*

 

I feel wet

I try to look around

But which way is up?

I do not know

 

The edges of my vision

Get darker

Until I see nothing

I feel nothing

Because

Nothing is left of me

Author's Note

so its not that great, but i still put up everything because to be a good writer you need to practice and figure out what you need to work on

Reviews

[These Haunted Hallways]

Wow, yea, i really felt this a lot. A very sad and tragic poem. It was written really well. Beautifully-tragic poem.

B.A.

[Sofia]

Dramatic, and creepy. Perfect for halloween!

[JadedSparrow]

"The edges of my vision
Get darker
Until I see nothing
I feel nothing
Because
Nothing is left of me."

Definately my favorite stanza in the poem. Though in all honesty, I enjoyed it in its entirety. I like the panic that struck me as I read this piece. Bravo

JS