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#metaphoricaldeath
I trusted your name, So You never killed me, Never I did either. What do you have to say ? Yes, I killed you. And I made you suffer. I was 15, you were same, I watched your eyes... And mine in rain, I am sorry if You were in pain , my brother .. you felt that never, Your eyes were numb, Nothing that now , That makes me better. I killed you, my brother... I was looking at you, But you were not, I am not sure if I missed you a lot. There was no blood , No body. If you were in fear.. Waiting there, All in the woods Staring stairs, Had I come down then ..... You would not starve then, Would you have still waited , then? What do I do now? Where have you gone . You killed me ,my brother, As you made me suffer , From the pain you dealt me I will never be better.
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Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:16 AM UTC
Never to be better