Black sin

A Poem by Shanny

He was mourning my death

Holding rotten blade

Killing everlasting hate

Opening my gashes

Turning life into ashes

But today

I’m just killing myself

© 2014 Shanny

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Coyote Poetry

Nice use of words. Direct and honest. Sometime we can fall into the wrong places and actions. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Really thank you for your review..sometimes we fall into the wrong places in mind and soul,,,;)

11 Years Ago

You are welcome. I love your poetry.

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Added on September 3, 2014
Last Updated on September 3, 2014

Author

Shanny

Krakow, Poland

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I think, therefore I am not I do not exist I am product of the thought The thought is not born in me It is the thought that creates me and evokes the illusion of the being... more..