The Betrayer
A Poem by Paradoxical
My mind wanders
Through the fields of life
I stand in the poppies
Made of hate so strife
Their red clouds my vision
Blood in the air
As I sit here in boredom
There, all in fear
I take a sharp breath
Toward the end of my day
But I watch in horror
Death’s little play
And then the black comes
Darker than night
Never to see the sun
Never to see light |
© 2010 Paradoxical
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Added on July 19, 2010
Last Updated on July 19, 2010
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Paradoxical Forever Land, Where Dreams Never End, AZ
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I write because it is my dream to be a writer and I enjoy it. I can pour my heart into a poem or a story and make it as artistic as I want. It's a beautiful thing to have the words to express myself w.. more..
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