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Nov 2010
I was sitting in the basement in the dark.
Feeling all cold with all these gloomy sparks.
Tears runnning down my face like rain.
Everything i had done in vein.

The walls were closing in on me.
The lights were fading away
I had got nothing left to see.
I had no more roles to play.

My pain was real and severe.
I could not find peace no more.
My heart was torn into tatters.
The agony hit me hard like a spear.


There was only one thing i could do.
I got on my knees before the fire....
And cast your stupid note into it....
And i walked out of the room...

''i'm sorry... I can't do this. Please don't hate me!''

Hate my ***!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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