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Gashes at Midnight (written at 9:32)
by Trisha De GraciaStained across in crimson
my macabre statement
a lashing across your chest
a spilt bit of sorrow
For you I wept once
too many times
and forever forgotten
summer days and
pseudo-nights filled with empty
the skies black in sympathy
throbbing with symphony
dripping cold from desperate wrists
Echoing its dead refrain
for only those alone enough
to listen. 10/20/2003 Author's Note: This is the way I felt once. Ugh, what an ugly piece of time. To think that i cared so much about something loike that. Something that made me feel as horrible as it did, and I thought it was so terrible to be without it. My what the passage of time does to a being.
Posted on 10/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/22/03 at 02:12 PM you. i want your first book of poetry. i want it signed. :) *grin.* i'm with aiko, all the way. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/26/03 at 04:32 AM Such pain and desolate outlooks! The emotions are conveyed quite well in verse! Great read! |
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