Behind Every Rock… As the seconds hand ticks down the moments of my life, I try to catch hold of it and find a way to realize, Those many hours wasted in clutches of crime, Those many hours wasted counting down the time. I feel numb as I lay here covered with a fear, It forces every eye around to shed an unfaithful tear. Do the last cries for death cause this sort of hate? Even when I leave, misery is all I create. My life has been centered on a quest for me, I’ve searched every corner that any human could see. I’ve found the same untossed rocks of lone decay, Behind each one, a human, with the same story to say. And I glided heartless among the streets again, Flung myself behind the rocks to find gruesome pain. Alone am I, even when I seem to die, And all fall deaf to those lone unheard cries. And this is the story as time catches along, I’ve seen and learnt and written this song, Moments will cease to exist, do what you have to, There is behind every unturned rock, a miserable, lonely, awaiting you. i hope this one is okay.
Again different how you were writting before but i like this one. Felt more flowing less forced. Again not one of my favourites sorry to say but remeber, you have set the bar very, very, ,very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very high. Keep writing, it is still a great piece of work keep it up.
i loved every piece of this poem! it totally rocked! (no pun intented!) i thought this verse was really clever... great work. i really enjoy the stuff you are writing the now, i love the style and...well everything about it!