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I had a dream that inspired me to write this poem. A rather sadistic dream really. This poem just describes how my dream played out in rhyme. I know there is a lot I could improve on. But this is my first poem attempt in quite a while.
Feedback? Thanks.
Her screams pierced through innocent ears.
Crimson knife placed by her side.
Bloody cheeks stained with her tears.
Wrists bound, ankles tied.
She was almost unknown.
Therefore they all forgot.
Her screams, a deafening tone.
She tries to scream louder, yet she cannot.
Her attempts to be heard fade into the night.
Now her heartbeat completely flat lined.
Morning comes, so does sunlight.
Innocent eyes, scarred by their find.
Days, months, years go by.
Piles of evidence, leading no where.
Her case fades, and begins to die.
Almost as if they don’t even care.
On the wrong side of life.
From this she couldn't rebound.
Now dead beside that crimson knife.
Her body, lifeless, lying sound.
This concludes her troubled life.
Her killer, never found.
Feedback? Thanks.
Her screams pierced through innocent ears.
Crimson knife placed by her side.
Bloody cheeks stained with her tears.
Wrists bound, ankles tied.
She was almost unknown.
Therefore they all forgot.
Her screams, a deafening tone.
She tries to scream louder, yet she cannot.
Her attempts to be heard fade into the night.
Now her heartbeat completely flat lined.
Morning comes, so does sunlight.
Innocent eyes, scarred by their find.
Days, months, years go by.
Piles of evidence, leading no where.
Her case fades, and begins to die.
Almost as if they don’t even care.
On the wrong side of life.
From this she couldn't rebound.
Now dead beside that crimson knife.
Her body, lifeless, lying sound.
This concludes her troubled life.
Her killer, never found.