Death by Packs

Sadness never putrefies...
The wind tears and swallos,
Deep with my dream
Against my hollow heart
Attacked by the unseen.
I lean to and fro,
Wishing as a may.
Lashed by words to go,
Hoping not to stay.
All the while my heart prays,
Keeping life a daze.
Part of me dies,
Laying out the stakes.
Fake I might seem,
Knowing night to well.
As I pay my way to hell.

By Felicia Basco
Published: 11/1/2009		 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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