Sonnet: Nothing

May 25, 2009
Rubbing my eyes are the cold hands of death
I see nothing, but nothing, but nothing
in the air lingers the stench of its breath
I reach out with my heart to feel something
I can feel it coming, gripping my spine
and I shudder, only to break inside
I unwillingly cross the stubborn line
an unknown world on the line's purpose side
I fight my death with words full of meaning
but in the end the composer is gone
I see no light, hear no church bells ringing
just selfish death sing its poison-laced song
It sings with passion, with human violence
Death's most cruel song is nothing but silence.





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snoopy4me<3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 25, 2009 at 2:35 am
THIS IS AMAZING!! I know how hard it is to write sonnets, so this is impressive. Your words really set the mood =) Keep writing!! ...and can u please tell me how you took the 'Spiral of Man-Made light'? It's sooo cool, and I want to know how u did it!! thanks =)
 
Te-Roy-Say said...
Jun. 18, 2009 at 2:42 am
WOW! Omg! I love his poem!
You can tell you worked hard on it!
Very NICE depressing Poem!
 
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