Fettled Doom

By MrRee

Wed, 03 Dec 2008
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How shall I carry this fear that grows
Within me like a waxing moon
How shall I hide this terror that throws
Shadows on my fettled doom
A secret thing,a profound fate
This thing is growing,this thing called
HATE!
It walks my world with leaden strides
Crushing all my burning pride
Encompassing my world with pain
Slowly turning me insane

Certificate U
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Comments

Submitted by Salo on
perhaps you could include some question marks at the right points, as you have the exclamation one. On the poem. There are many poems produced with vivid, raw emotions and yours is one. It is harder to write poems (with meaning) in a subtle way, but arguably more effective when they succeed.