Stolen Life

Stolen Life

A Poem by Chloe

Death! death!

death is on my name

blood is on my hands

the dagger, the dagger

lies beside my feet

as it had slipped through my fingers

when the sounds of your

screams in agony reached my ears,

and travelled to my mind

it plagued me

I am ill!

I am so weak!

 

The nothingness painted

in your blank blue eyes

it seared through my heart

as you stared, stared, stared

through and behind it

 

My heart now no longer functions

my lungs take long breaths that

inhale everything of the world around me

I inhale your last exhalation

it travels through my blood;

my veins

I choke, I choke

I choke on the life I took from you

 

From you?

From you!

only from you!

you are gone now,

no suffering for yourself

but myself, myself

my poor, poor self

I suffer!

I choke!

 

Justice! justice!

where are you justice?!

for the enemy no longer suffers or pains,

but I, but I

I die on the life I stole from you.

 

© 2008 Chloe


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chloe my dear, where do you find this dark side of you ? this is awesome, so gothic, and almost jack the ripper ish ...i like,,,the nothingness painted in your blank blue eyes,,,great phrase. excellent write overall ( and dont worry, i never can remember how to spell travelled either. ...that's what editors and reviewers are for. lol.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Wow. Very nice. Been meaning to read this for a while. So very dark.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was amazing and very true! Why do the bad guys end up getting killed, yet the good people go on hurting. I agree, with this, were is the justice in that.
Great Write! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


You have a wonderful ear for poetry and good instincts. There is something very compelling about this write. Great work!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutly magnificent. I loved this piece.
The repitition was pure genius.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Oh I love it! It tells such a dark little story with very few details but still the reader knows exactly what is going on if not why. But then again why isn't important here. Great piece!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW! i love this...not much to really imagine but lots of questions which is really good...i likey!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Where is the justice? you ask a valid question, with a story that is riviting. Why do we who suffer again and again at the hands of evil, are still the ones who hurt, because we have to take action ourselves.
God thinker here!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

chloe my dear, where do you find this dark side of you ? this is awesome, so gothic, and almost jack the ripper ish ...i like,,,the nothingness painted in your blank blue eyes,,,great phrase. excellent write overall ( and dont worry, i never can remember how to spell travelled either. ...that's what editors and reviewers are for. lol.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

What a very unique poem and i enjoy repetition of words as you have used..
This is a good poem on the dark side .. truly enjoyed it .

Chloe
xoxo

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I like this.. It's different. Check your spelling of 'travels' and 'travelled' in the first and third verses. Well written though, great imagery. Good write.
LGD

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Chloe
Chloe

Seattle, WA



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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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