It Spoke The Word Suicide

August 2, 2009
By Anyalisse PLATINUM, Gering, Nebraska
Anyalisse PLATINUM, Gering, Nebraska
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Pitiful groans of agony
Darkness all around
It hungers
It feeds
It torments
It fills me
This Darkness is strong
Stronger than the sun itself
Within this Darkness
There is nothing
There is no one
To help you
To hear you
It seems that I was born
And bred
For sorrow
That I was sacrificed
To the Darkness
At birth
I fall to the cold ground
within my Darkness
Concealing this pain
This sorrow
This solitiude
From all
I scream my silent scream
Cry my invisible tears
In Darkness
But wait!
I feel something
I am no longer alone
Is here for me
I glance around
The neverending blackness
To find a Rose
A small Rose has been placed
Beside me
I touch Its delicate black petals
To find them wet
The Rose of Death is here
It has come
So I curl beside this Rose
My only company
The only one that seems to care
I lay down
Beside this Rose of Death
Placing It close to my side
It spoke the word

The author's comments:
Another on in the Rose of Death series. All of these always turn out spectacular! Please tell me what you think. I don't much talk about my poetry.

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on Aug. 8 2009 at 8:41 am
VenomSyre BRONZE, Hudson, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower.
A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child.
That's how awful the loss is." - Ronald Reagan

Beautifully written, I love the depth you go into. I can relate well and you can feel the emotion. Great work!

on Aug. 7 2009 at 1:04 am
blackamethyst GOLD, Centerville, Ohio
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I really really like this. quite deep

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