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In Vain

Posted by Amna on June 5, 2009 - 22:02

Nothing that my hand scribes,
steadily
after a single signal from my skull-chambered brain
could ever be as vital as
blood havened in veins.

No words my fingers could utter or rein
will ever be worth a
single
drop
of
cloud-housed

rain.

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Comments

ScribbleScribe | June 6, 2009 - 03:24

Dont give up on writing, i happen to think this poem was well structured. =)

Sophia Grace

threeleafshamrock | June 6, 2009 - 10:22

Just found your work and am enjoying it. It takes thinking about when read and I find that enjoyable. I think that you have a future; will look out for your work, thanks...

Chris ;)