how is this? save me from myself from the dark shadows of a heart, broken and torn, withered and worn. from the dark space of a cold corner in a closet, lonely and enclosed, unknown and forgotten. the dreams errupt from her head like water flowing in a stream, alone on a hill top, poluted and forsaken. her life crumbles, like the burning pages of the book she thought she could trust. from the shattered hopes and failed attempts, she recieves nothing but longing, nothing but hate, nothing but want. there is more but i am too lazy to type it, if you want to hear it i will write it later.
mysti, this poem is probably the best poem, structurally speaking and in the way that it flows, that ive read of yours. good job
it's all about grassroots. even through polluted soil, many things can grow. start here and grow inspirational wilderness! for 13, that was a very nice poem. great flow and sound, simple, but nothing seems missing...
