The body with no soul

February 13, 2011
By Nanabird11 SILVER, Plymouth, Iowa
Nanabird11 SILVER, Plymouth, Iowa
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The darkness captivates the foreshadowing scene
Eating away at the light
Leaving nothing but lurking shadows

I rest in a daze of complete fear
Filling my head with loud screams of torture

Ribbon wrap my body
Unable of moving
Feeling the urge of anger rushing through my adrenalin

I scream,
No reply
Only the wind rustling the leaves
What must I do but lay


The author's comments:
I think most of my poems come from what I'm feeling at the time. And hopefully people can maybe relate to this poem in some way.

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