They come after me again,
As drops of water come from the sky,
With my head fighting a war,
All but a red substance and a lot of gore.
Much to explain, much to say,
But it’s better if everything is gray.
In my head nothing is bright,
As the scene turns as dark and lonely like the night.
But I’m not done yet, with all my choices,
How did I end of here, with all the VOICES.
Hi.I was comment on poems
Hi.I was comment on poems that I like.Its great that you used ryhmes in your poem.Definetly a lack of rhyming poems on the site.Your use of rymes shows your skills as a poet.Im new to the site too and reading poems like yours is why I joined.
It would be interesting to learn more about the voices you mentioned.Maybe in another poem maybe.
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Like Fingertips (Part II) - Youtube it - fab voice from a 13 year old. Or was he twelve then? Hmmm...