My Insanity Poem #2
 

Curse

The snow blows out over a dark and dead city
And here dwell the Ghosts and Demons of Man
Walk along the streets and snow so grity
And still some fight, because they can

Look out and see all of it, the greif
the sorrow, the pain, the torn
Stand here looking at a fallen and brown leaf
All shall die as sure as they are born

The wind comes up bringing the chill
Everywere I see death,horrer, and decay
Look to my pocket and reach for a pill
may it be enough for sleep I say

Eyes wide look at me in suprise
Go ahead look at me in shock
I wish i never saw the sunrise
Insane is me so bring on your lock

Bring thoes chains they cant be worse
than thoes of a mind shattered
Born crazy, born smart, this is my curse
and it is my soul that this life has battered


oct 27 2002

-Sean Caldwell

wow, very well done indeed. I havent seen a poem tackle this subject, and you've done it very well. Thank you

ahah thx but with writeing I figure I might as well tackle what I know

wow. that kinda touched me. it was beautiful.

thank you <never thought one o my more down poems will get called beautiful> :D