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You call my name

But you don't know me.



You look at me

But you don't see me.



You read my writings

But you don't understand me.



You listen to my songs

But you don't hear me.



You see my darkness

But you don't know why.



You see me fight to survive

But you do not help me.



I died alone

But you will not miss me.

Dark of Hair, Pale skin,

Bluest of eyes

Hands like claws

that hold me close

as I give my blood to you.

The faster I run, the closer it comes

My feet pounding out my fear

When I look it's always gaining on me

as I try to elude it's reach.

It's all over if it catches me

No more night to enjoy

Is it possible to ever run fast enough

to escape dawn's coming light.

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Rhaiin
01:50 Sep 25 2008

Expand this more. That seems to be your problem with your poetry. You leave it raw and unfinished. Add more imagery. Show us what you are seeing as you write. Describe everything in detail, then read it out loud to see if it flows. Just keep editing and revising everything you do until you reach a finished piece that sounds beautiful.

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