A more recent poem.
The hooded figures surround me,
Throwing their harsh words.
Each one like a dagger,
Piercing through my heart.
"Stop!" I yell.
But they do not listen.
The words keep coming,
One after another,
Each one plunging deeper into my chest.
The words are relentless,
As are their owners.
They just keep coming,
Until the light fades away.
Slowly, but surely, the words stop.
But it is too late,
The light is gone.
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Sarah's Book of Poetry
PoetryI re downloaded Wattpad to read some of my old favorite stories. But decided why not write a little. My writing skills have in improved lol. So in the book I'll share some poems I've written. Idk if the date is shown somewhere else but if not this...
