Question:

Rating of 1 to 10 on my poetry?

by  |  earlier

0 LIKES UnLike

Click, Clack

Click, clack,

As the night nears black,

no need for one when guilt is your gun.

I’m going insane,

for the ones I’ve slain,

still remain to haunt and I haven’t forgot

a single face.

I cannot erase

these terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots.

Their fate sealed shut

with a silencer, from what?

Surely not their screams, and my guilt isn’t redeemed.

I’ve found you.

Oh, no, what have I done?

Trembling hands drop the gun.

Her crimson pools around as I fall to the ground.

Her blood holds my reflection

frozen in perplexion.

Her tears are my own, but the ones not shown.

I’m screaming inside,

but in whom can I confide?

I’m back.

You know suddenly it’s near

when all you can hear

is

click, clack,

as the night turns black.

No more.

 Tags:

   Report

5 ANSWERS


  1. wow...so sad and dark...but really beautiful. 10


  2. You have posted this question over ten times...

  3. I ♥ IT

    great job 8

  4. 10! your amazing, you could have a rea future.

    nicely done!

    good job!

    Morgan<3

  5. Disturbing, but excellent. 7.5.

Question Stats

Latest activity: earlier.
This question has 5 answers.

BECOME A GUIDE

Share your knowledge and help people by answering questions.
Unanswered Questions