The Dove

December 9, 2011
'twas four o'clock in the morn'
Days of worry and of scorn
Led me to this place to mourn
The lovely, lonesome dove
Redemption is bliss
In the lonely abyss
With a bittersweet kiss
From the wandering dove
As far as I can tell
The whole worlds trying to repel
And in the end I fell
On my knees, amid the dove
The vastness of space
Take me away from this place
The elegance and grace
Of the lustful,white dove
The worlds not black and gray
Though it appears that way
Destroy myself I may
Worshipping that crying dove
Washing the blood of my hand
The endless blackness of a man
Horrible deeds, wretched plans
That horrid, lonesome dove

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dramagurl13 said...
Mar. 15, 2012 at 9:57 am
Three words- Oh. My. Gosh. That is beautiful!
WhittyKitty This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 20, 2011 at 11:37 pm
Wow! Great job! This is really amazing! It's hard to rhyme poems a lot without having a cheesy word choice but you did a great job of it! Keep it up!
Villangel said...
Dec. 19, 2011 at 9:04 pm
This is absolutely incredible.! I love how the powm flows and you have excellent word choice.! I could litterally imagine it all. Great job.! You're very talented.
isimplywish said...
Dec. 18, 2011 at 11:40 pm
oh. my. gosh. This is amazing! A lot of emotion put into it. Great work, keep writing, I'll be waiting for it! :)
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