|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Seeing Red
Contributed by
Cayleigh-Chan
on
Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 03:30:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
|
The creak of the chair,
As I rocked back and forth.
Counted down the seconds,
Until it moaned rhythmically--
To the sound of your footfalls on the porch.
I was a bit trigger happy,
with this gun in my hand.
As I sat--Perched,
Behind the door.
I had been waiting patiently for this day.
The look of shocked recognition,
Forever etched to memory.
Didn't give you time to react,
As I shot you dead!
Now my visions stained red.
Copyright ©
Cayleigh-Chan
... [
2010-05-02 15:30:27]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Seeing Red
(User Rating: 1 )
by iodinelove on
Friday, 11th June 2010 @ 07:52:15 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
very nice. i like it
always, abraham |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
