All That Remains Is Blood
Now all that remains is blood,
Like some dreaded memories of a flood
Which keeps on killing me day by day
But words cannot explain what I mean to say.
Rhythm is left with no more rhyme
Breathing, I bear like a fatal crime,
Of the past, that horrifies me within
Reminding me of all my bloody sins.
Place and time repel all laws
Tormenting and breaking me in their claws.
Forgetting my past is an effort in vain
Now all I feel is sad and pain
Swamp it is with dirt and mud
Now all I remain is memories and blood..
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All That Remains Is Blood, which
was posted on Jan 9, 2011 by
flippedcandyad.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
"The pain experienced when trying to forget an old bad memory."
This poem is filed under:
Mature Themes, Simple Rhyme, Teen / Young Adult
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