I'll admit, this has no rhyme or beat to it, unlike All by My Lonesome Self. This isn't my greatest work, but it is depressing; however, it is not as depressing as Edgar Allen Poe. Mayhaps I'll remake this poem. Enjoy...
Life Gems Gone
I heard of the deceased
over the phone.
I didn't believe
the possibility of it.
I ran, never stopping.
The colors lost their hues.
I cries until tears
exited my body in shudders.
I ran through the woods.
No longer shall the laughs
echo through the trees.
It hauntingly ran through my ears.
No longer shall the feet patter
happily through the brush.
A shadow has fallen over all,
dampening my soul.
I ran across the bridge
where we spent countless hours
playing games and laughing,
but they are now shadows of a memory.
I reached the patch
where I picked berries, but now to my taste,
lost all sweetness,
likening to life.
I ran and ran though the day
and throughout the night.
I ran until my feet
refused to budge an inch.
I fell on the rock, exhausted.
crying no tears, shuddering.
The precious gem of life
was smothered and dim.
I got up and ran on
flying through bramble
tearing my clothes
and scratching my face,
as well as my soul.
I ran and off a cliff I fell
I looked up to see the dead
Alive, not dead, I realized as I fell
down, into the Abyss of Death.
over the phone.
I didn't believe
the possibility of it.
I ran, never stopping.
The colors lost their hues.
I cries until tears
exited my body in shudders.
I ran through the woods.
No longer shall the laughs
echo through the trees.
It hauntingly ran through my ears.
No longer shall the feet patter
happily through the brush.
A shadow has fallen over all,
dampening my soul.
I ran across the bridge
where we spent countless hours
playing games and laughing,
but they are now shadows of a memory.
I reached the patch
where I picked berries, but now to my taste,
lost all sweetness,
likening to life.
I ran and ran though the day
and throughout the night.
I ran until my feet
refused to budge an inch.
I fell on the rock, exhausted.
crying no tears, shuddering.
The precious gem of life
was smothered and dim.
I got up and ran on
flying through bramble
tearing my clothes
and scratching my face,
as well as my soul.
I ran and off a cliff I fell
I looked up to see the dead
Alive, not dead, I realized as I fell
down, into the Abyss of Death.
6/17/12