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A Terrible Thought
written by Orelinde04:51 AM 1/31/05I had a terrible thought
That I stood alone and in the dark
And in my hand I held the fruit of life
And from this fruit I took a bite
This fruit, it gave me a disease
Which twisted and took control
I screamed and begged, “God please, not me.”
And fell to the floor, my screaming uncontrollable
I could not remember a thing as I woke
The room was flooded with light
And before me stood a mirror
Covered in a sheet of white
I tore off the sheet and looked into the mirror
And in the reflection I saw what the disease had done
The disease had turned me into what I feared most to become
The disease had turned me into
Myself. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is old and angst filled. I should edit it, just to clean it up a bit, maybe give it some different words, better punctuation and capitalization, but I'm too lazy.
Please feel free to comment or critique or whatever. And visit some of my other poems.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Suicidal_Amber (1-31-2005 - 05:12 AM)
| Personally I felt the begining could have been more interesting (no offence) but I loved the twist @ the end. - Amber - |
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