Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A Poem I Wrote In High School

I wrote this for English class, the type of poem is an Epitaph.





Who Knows


As I walk through the streets,
I realize I am alone.
I am looking all around,
just to find my friends.

I have got the job of my dreams,
being an actress.
I have to go my own way,
just as I feel the need.

Again I find myself looking,
all around the town.
I have just thing to think,
what is going on?

My friends are not around,
all the stores are closed.
I leave on my way home,
to find myself getting raped.

Following the rape ,
I feel a blade through my back,
a razor slicing open my head,
as I am left stranded.

With nobody at my side
the only people to depend on is me, myself, and I
Through the trees, I hear a noise,
the last noise I will ever hear.

I thought it was the rapist,
coming back to kill.
I look to the right, to find myself eye to eye
with not a man, but a dog
that a man followed.

I am gasping for one simple breath.
while I bleed rapidly.
People thought I would make it, if I really tried.
All that was left was to close my eyes and die.

My eyes were closed and all I heard,
were words that were a blur.
As I feel my last swallow, that took all of my energy.
I feel one last thing and that was my last heart beat, as I tensed up and died.

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