Psimon Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Just another day ************************* Just another day. Just like any other. Just never find the words to say why I can't stay longer. It's just another day It's just another sunrise It's just the bright sun's rays shining light on my cold eyes. Pity it's just the last day pity it's just the end. Pity it's just the only way my short life can't defend. Take pity. It's the only day I spend upon this earth. Take pity. It's the only day I share my love, my birth. *********************** It sure didn't end up a happy piece tho...
Ayshela Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 it certainly came together as if you'd planned it that way. frustrating when the words have a mind of their own, though, isn't it?
Alaeha Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Heh, I know how you feel. I started out writing a poem about a happy subject once... Wandering through mazelike streets with a good friend. Between the depressed mood of the morning and my style, it wound up being one of the most dark and gloomy pieces I've written, having nothing at all to do with friends or streets. *Hugs* Don't worry, it's a good poem even if it isn't happy.
Salinye Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 That one can be hear wrenching to anyone who has lost a baby....or two. Well written. ~Sal
Cheyenne Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 How very interesting. I didn't see the end until it hit me in the face. very nicely done!
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