Poetry: Haunted
62dark poetry
Here is another poem for my gothic series of dark poetry. But is also a semi-autobiographical metaphor for a relationship I've been in.
Another poem I wrote around midnight tonight. I think I'm done for the evening.
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Haunted
When did I become one of the living dead?
I used to laugh at people like me
My tattered clothes will be my shroud
My broken dreams
No longer proud
Did you mean to break me on the rocks of your will?
Save your bandages
I have no blood left
I bled to death bit by bit
And now there is no more of it
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Blood moon
Hmmm, I post poetry on various sites: Witchvox, 8hop, etc. Perhaps our paths have crossed. My photo is here: http://createwithzel.vox.com/
wow i loved it u are very good :]
I liked your word usage and images here. Looking forward to seeing much more!
Cheers, Don
Truly stunning use of verbal imagry here. Yes, will love to read more from you.
Ta,
Marsha
"Save your bandages" - beautiful, dark drama! Loved the power in this poem!
The first line is really a "hook"! Loved it very much!
Very catchy. It ends very strong with just enough flavor to remember well.
it was good but it wasnt deep enough i think it could of gone further with more emothion
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Write Angel 5 years ago
Splendid dark poetry! I think I know your name and we may have posted on some of the same poetry sites. I am going to be a fan so I can keep track of your work. I have writter as Sisterwolf, WolfHeart...