Never Forgotten

By , SM, CA
The clock,
Taunting,
Flashes 3:00 AM.
Asking
Why i'm awake.

This promise I made
To participate in
Such a sin,
Is a promise
Nonetheless.
One made
Once too many.

That long,
Breathless walk
Down the hallway.
The favored red sweatshirt
Is all that
Protects me.
Faint sounds
Of people sleeping
Are alarming in the night.

The dark figure,
I approached with
Caution.
Fearfully aware
Of the risks,
Nothing can prepare
Me for this.

A whisper
Creeps into the night,
Not the least bit
Comforting,
"I'm ready.."





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InsaneLooks said...
May 22, 2010 at 6:40 pm
wow i get this poem in a wierd way i get the point of it, i dont mean the poem is wierd i mean its wierd because i get it.
 
ThAtGuRl said...
May 22, 2010 at 3:59 pm
i have a queation...is this about what?i love the way its wriiten but about what a ghost or demon somthing like that i guessing?
 
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