November

• Artist: anonomoose
• Description: A poem i wrote last november, when i was homeless.
• Date: 03/27/2010
• Tags: november

November is a time of fright
sleeping in the cold of night
another day alone
another day from home.
I shall not return for fear
that for your lies I’ll shed tears.
Im tired of the bull s**t I hear
so for now I refuse to stay there.
My minds made up
my wings have spread
the lies I’ve heard ,I want you dead.
No more forgiveness
because when I cry
you shall see the real me .
For all of your life goodbye.

Comments

[Echo Ligeia]

Good emotion, but amateur writing. I saw beauty in your first two lines, but it was lost after that for the sake of confessional writing.
I advise more effort. Try to give your feelings the credit they deserve with less cliches and more originality and genuineness. I currently give it a 2/5.