Okay, and yet again, I will ask you to please keep an open-mind when reading. This poem is like my last poem of similiar content; that poem is titled Delicate Flower in which you will find in this link http://www.christianforums.com/t672019. 
I am quite proud of this poem actually. I think it is one of my best. But the content of this poem has deeply concerned those who love me. Hehe,
I didn't mean for that to happen. Oh well. Surprisingly, it didn't take me long to write it. It practically poured out of me. I guess it must have been on my mind for a long time. But please, enjoy.
-~ * ~- Thicket Grave -~ * ~-
Beside a pool of stainless, depraved blood,
I lie on the side, coarsely gasping for air.
Chaotic, shrubby branches block me out,
Guarding and shielding their precious lair.
Thick, smoldering fog fades into darkness,
Little animate light finds my beaten face.
Deadly, scarlet droplets slither from my lips.
Jagged heartbeats slow from the intense race.
My cheek leaves its print on the silvery sand.
My weak hand blandly crushes colorless regret.
The exposed wounds sting the gnarly flesh,
Teaching a lesson I always seem to forget.
Ive been so close to my soundless, slow end,
I thought sordid Black Death finally did come.
Another close call, my one loathed result;
I lie still, listening to the pools mortal hum.
A sigh of relief blends with a reviled pout,
The lit timorous candle called life dims low.
I walk the earth now plagued forevermore.
The same old images haunt everywhere I go.
-~*~- Sonya Brooks -~*~-
-~ May 28, 2003 ~-
I am quite proud of this poem actually. I think it is one of my best. But the content of this poem has deeply concerned those who love me. Hehe,
I didn't mean for that to happen. Oh well. Surprisingly, it didn't take me long to write it. It practically poured out of me. I guess it must have been on my mind for a long time. But please, enjoy.-~ * ~- Thicket Grave -~ * ~-
Beside a pool of stainless, depraved blood,
I lie on the side, coarsely gasping for air.
Chaotic, shrubby branches block me out,
Guarding and shielding their precious lair.
Thick, smoldering fog fades into darkness,
Little animate light finds my beaten face.
Deadly, scarlet droplets slither from my lips.
Jagged heartbeats slow from the intense race.
My cheek leaves its print on the silvery sand.
My weak hand blandly crushes colorless regret.
The exposed wounds sting the gnarly flesh,
Teaching a lesson I always seem to forget.
Ive been so close to my soundless, slow end,
I thought sordid Black Death finally did come.
Another close call, my one loathed result;
I lie still, listening to the pools mortal hum.
A sigh of relief blends with a reviled pout,
The lit timorous candle called life dims low.
I walk the earth now plagued forevermore.
The same old images haunt everywhere I go.
-~*~- Sonya Brooks -~*~-
-~ May 28, 2003 ~-
