Awaiting That Silent Hush

Got bored and a few people said they liked my other poems... comment please
Being called a freak to much
Just awaiting that silent hush
We all think we're dying inside
We all just have to decide

The lock on the door is locked
It wouldn't be if I hadn't talked
I'm gone, I did it! Just one cut
Being held by someone I don’t know but.....

I’m going to finally let myself go
Or maybe I will just stay low?
Comparing my life to my death
Thinking this makes me feel like I’m on meth

Strolling through the backwoods looking at the sky
Maybe just one more little lie
The water smooth, and crystal clear
Knowing death is almost near

By sarah arrain
Published: 3/7/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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