Death of a Poet

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  • DestinedQueen
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Death of a Poet

One knocks on the window
Another pounds on the door
Just like the pounding in my brain
Bringing me to the floor

The storm rages inside
As is the devils delight
I crumble and plea for mercy
As voices scream through the night

Cloaked now in sorrow
Beginning to cry
Unwilling to let others see
As I curl up and die

As my body shudders
The pen shakes in my hand
Writing these last few incoherent words
Before leaving this land

Life is what you make it
As I could not see
The drugs lying beside my corpse
Told you what killed me

Riding this chariot
Taking me straight to hell
Pain and suffering burning through me
As the words I tried to sell

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redbloodink commented on Death of a Poet

11-27-2009

wow Queen very hart felt words there by me.... I have felt that way.... I have learned to walk away and just love every-one around me nomatter what.... Keep going keep running don't look back and don't regret.....

nini2323 commented on Death of a Poet

10-05-2009

hmmmm seems to me the numb would be what killed you in the end? if the drugs were never enough..... good write

knight4696 commented on Death of a Poet

10-03-2009

A powerful and emotional verse. Very direct and to the point. A serious look at a sad and tragic loss. Another Great piece!

warsaw commented on Death of a Poet

08-24-2009

Oh my God how very sad and freightening your work is so provoking and real thank you for sharing sincerely WARSAW

laydbak1 commented on Death of a Poet

06-27-2009

I'm not sure it's worthy to take it that far, for the simple reason the poet could not get a just read... Then again, Vincent decided one of his ears didn't need to be there, else he be doomed to hear painful words in stereo... A good story of pain and sorrow for self though... Good write...

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

DestinedQueen’s Poems (21)

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Dreams of a Lazy Mind 15
I Bleed 18
Conspiracy 15
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Night Dance 17
Losing My Sanity 10
Behind the Curtain 5
Existence of the Non-Existence 3
Death of a Poet 7
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