Blanc-nine
01-07-09, 2214h
in lieu of studying for a Pharmacology quiz yesterday afternoon, I finished the poem I’ve cooked up last year. ~~pray I pass the quiz; though I enjoyed answering *coughMakingGuessescough* the test questions.
give comments if you have time, I’d like to see how my poem went. here goes:
Blanc-nine
In the dark of this lonely night,
It’s as if nothing ever went right;
I lie in wait at the moment,
Reveling in the light of this torment.
Lightning cuts into the heavens,
A sudden flash as the dark sky leadens;
And worse than words left unspoken,
The solemn reverie just halts – broken.
Bitterness seeps into these tears,
As the rain washes along endless fears; then –
Thunder roars across the distance,
As though in great sync with this circumstance.
The rage of my turmoil goes on,
Even as the storm ends, and there is dawn;
Only remnants of a blank shell
Are what’s left of this melancholic spell.
–(c) kat~^_^;; 01-06-09–
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