sakura_haruno25
06-27-2006, 12:49 PM
I sometimes think of the misdeeds I've done in life. There aren't alot, but I couldn't get out of the nightmares until I write a poem of it on paper. tell me what you think of it!
How often it is that one regrets
of the remorseful memories that haunts you yet
and through the mirths of the most gruesome fog,
you hear in your ears the echoes of its threats
lonely you are left in the darkness,
but deep in your saddened heart there
lies a small tint of courage that keeps you alive
though so faint it draws away your weakness
yet you tremble with a weary voice
begging so hard to rid the pain
it tortures you still in your conscience
but to end that fate is indeed your choice
How often it is that one regrets
of the remorseful memories that haunts you yet
and through the mirths of the most gruesome fog,
you hear in your ears the echoes of its threats
lonely you are left in the darkness,
but deep in your saddened heart there
lies a small tint of courage that keeps you alive
though so faint it draws away your weakness
yet you tremble with a weary voice
begging so hard to rid the pain
it tortures you still in your conscience
but to end that fate is indeed your choice