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• Artist: xxbeautyofdeathxx
• Description: This poem isn't really *ment* for a name. One night, I was feeling really emo, goth, dark ect. and, I was superly upset. I wanted to think of myself not other people. I feel really bad, when I'm like that(pain+more pain=emotional reck). It made me relize that other people know what it's like. The thing that's weird is I get reeeaal emo at night.:XP
• Date: 11/28/2008
• Tags: untitled

I found myself running for hope.
Crying for an escape,
a real escape,
from this crazed world.

"Help!" I screamed.
No one answered.
I feel on the forest ground,
lost in the woods.
I curled up in a ball,
to protect myself,
to cry for awhile.
Untill, I heard a scream,
like mine,
for help.

I heard rough footstep
on the damp soil beneath me.

A person crashed beside me.
I glanced at the broken soul.
He's tears sparkling in the light from the moon.
I crawled over for a closer look.
His trembling hands covered his face,
rejecting me from seeing him in pain.

Suddenly, I felt my eyes drooping in the darkess.
I fell asleep
wondering the world's pain,
the children's pain,
much worse than mine.
Tears ran down my cheek,
but not for my pathetic sorrow,
for the others like me.

Comments

[Lynemrac]

[favorite] I loved this. smile

[Artemis_012]

OMG that is my fav. poem u rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Fijuku]

woooooow that was great

[xxbeautyofdeathxx]

that better?

[xxbeautyofdeathxx]

yeah ur right ill change it. thx 4 da suggestion! smile

[Joreph]

That is really a great poem, it has a feeling of uncertainty and a sense of unknown. The end couldve been better in my opinion though but otherwise 4/5