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Abstract
As we lay in the dark
It only takes a spark
At me comes a firey dart
I feel it penatrate my heart
Its starting to flood
Its thicker than water it must be blood
My mind is blank
Will they have me walk the plank
I'm trapped with hate
So death must be my fate
With a knife in his hand, back he rared
But do you think I'm scared
NO, I laugh at danger
At me comes a stranger
With something in hand
Therefore I stand
Screaming for my life
My heads full of strife
This noise grows in my head
All I want is to be dead
They have me bound
Knowing I wont be found
With a rope of kelp
I scream out for HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
u said if sumone wantd to kno what it was about to ask.....so im asking.lol.what were ya thinking bout?
The metaphorical
The metaphorical death/physical loss of a loved one (spouse). How you feel, how you think. Hope this helps you understand the poem more clearly. Thanks for your interest.