Cliff of Doubt, Mask of Fear

Cliff of Doubt, Mask of Fear

A Poem by PianoFiend

Meaningless "poetry" that is supposedly a metaphor...


The paint runs down my face,

it feels sticky and smells of rust.

The fumes send me staggering,

and in the processs, my heel catches on a rock.

I backflip off the cliff I was dumbly perched on.

I hit the ground.

This is the lowest I've ever been,

and I'm in too much pain to climb back up.

© 2011 PianoFiend

Author's Note

I thought of this when I was thinking about how much Shakespeare sucks....

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lovely writing.
sorrows and defeat in a nice little bunch of words.
thank you so much

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Added on February 21, 2011
Last Updated on February 21, 2011
Tags: metaphors, blood, pain, suffering, fear



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