Question:
Please tell me what you think of my poem?
The train whistled death so loudly,
That it forced me to obey,
But my path to the train was blocked out by,
A golden wall of angels.
Why was it there I do not know,
Why did it save my life.
For I know if my life ended,
That train would still go on.
The train passed by and there I saw,
My whole life shooting free.
Not my grim past but my future,
My future that for me is waiting.
The train whistled freedom so loudly,
That it forced me to obey,
Not anyone but my instict,
And my instict was to live.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Roses are red
violets are blue
throw your poem into the trash
cause you just waisted a bunch of my friggen time
and now I think we're all just a little bit dumber
having just read this piece of crap