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Question: The Comforter - poem i wrote!?
comments on this poem i wrote please!!
The Comforter
Desperately with no one to turn to,
she feels the mist closing in!.
Like the roaring waves, her fears present themselves
The fallen angels feasting off them,
they drink in her hatred for you!.
She feels the rain, like bullets
as the people pass through her life!.
The harsh, biting wind
relentlessly howls through the night!.
Shivering in the darkness,
You hear her silent cry,
and catch her falling tears
and You are there!.
Thank you!!! =]
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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Not bad at all!. In fact I think it is a really good poem, with a really good ending!. I am a bit sad that it didn't rhyme but hey that really doesn't matter!. Keep pouring your soul into your work!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
i love it !!
i haave seen poems on yahoo answers and time after time laugh and am dissapointed
however this is awesome, there is hope after allWww@QuestionHome@Com
Very good!. I like it!Www@QuestionHome@Com
This is nice!.!.!.a little bit haunting!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
i love itWww@QuestionHome@Com
Gosh it’s beautiful resonant of a pain of the ocean felt by each dew drop in close proximity !.!.
It infers a debasenes, a wanton frolic
And seeks to escape the prison of its mind
It loathes and in its self destruction
Paves a path it hasn’t trod
Others will follow the path and fall!.
The words fall as icicles upon a burning stone
As the tears of a clown doomed to drown
In the brimming cup of sorrow it holds so dear
It smiles a radiance and love awhile
Remains a moment and passes noted and remiss
As She does, for he too rages, and is victim of his own misdeed!.
Yet his demons release not their stranglehold about his neck
She in her prison releases the held
He is the darkened boudoir of a hell
That releases nor loves not, festers
As a poisoned boil bleeding the eternal wound!.
And God created man and women, both overtaken
Downtrodden exploited and damned by indifference!.
Light is here too and Love sings another song
Appeasing little hearts tendered in pain
Regain ones bowed and broken heart,
Smart from the daggers blade
Splicing precariously the a lifeline thrown
To cast deeper into an unknown as we cease to care
The death of love humanity and the spirit !.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com