Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I remember when I was at the concert. I could feel the tsunami of the crowd As the headliner started. Nothing to hear but screaming and music. Electricity shot through the veins of all, Some intoxicated, some not we all feel the same musical passion. The time of excitement was now. Pit after pit of swarms engulf the crowd. ******* in the unexpected but willing. But to protect a friend, I was a fortress against the mob. Listening to the music, the lights flashed. and from nowhere known, A natural weapon struck my face. Turning around, feeling no pain, But assured of the severity by the river of blood I unwillingly donated. Into the washroom, I stumbled. Blood mixing with the nectar of life. Outside to the medic I casually waltzed. Swollen eyes, nose, and disappointment. Hearing the music from outside the hall, my heart dropped, I blew the plans of fun. But never fear, new friends are made. The blood stops its own current, and memories are established. Stories to tell in the future.
0
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
I Remember When... (Autobiographical)
I remember when I was at the concert. I could feel the tsunami of the crowd As the headliner started. Nothing to hear but screaming and music. Electricity shot through the veins of all, Some intoxicated, some not we all feel the same musical passion. The time of excitement was now. Pit after pit of swarms engulf the crowd. ******* in the unexpected but willing. But to protect a friend, I was a fortress against the mob. Listening to the music, the lights flashed. and from nowhere known, A natural weapon struck my face. Turning around, feeling no pain, But assured of the severity by the river of blood I unwillingly donated. Into the washroom, I stumbled. Blood mixing with the nectar of life. Outside to the medic I casually waltzed. Swollen eyes, nose, and disappointment. Hearing the music from outside the hall, my heart dropped, I blew the plans of fun. But never fear, new friends are made. The blood stops its own current, and memories are established. Stories to tell in the future.
Written by
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem