She stands, accused.
Her head hung low,
Life, to others fused.
Her chains pulled by hearts broken.
Head bowed by abuse spoken
Hearts she used, finally awoken.
Cold creeps, her vaines chill.
Her heart, aglow flickering dying.
Cold sucking, her chains digging.
She shiverers heat seeping
chains eating
people tugging
cold creeping
dying, shes dying
she stands accused
head hung low, with judge, toe to toe.
eyes burning, face flushing, cold fading
their eyes meeting, his keys jangling,
her eyes widening.
He stands accused,
her life to his infused.
keys outstretched, his hands bruised.
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I would really appreciate some feed back on this one, I'm not that grate of a poet, and I'm a bit stuck with this one, any ideas?
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sand and stone
Poetrymusings on life, some small poems and thoughts relating to life in general some will be sad some will be happy as is the way we live.
