Posted by Andrea Trenary on Tuesday October 24, @01:01AM
Another poem...
Feeling the wind through my hair As I fall from the top of the cliff To the jagged rocks below me The rocks slowly becoming bigger Seeing the sharp jagged points I let out one long last scream I hit the rocks with a sickening thud Looking like a bloody rag doll That has been thrown down and Stomped upon repeatedly
Copyright “2000 Andrea Trenary
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.