Hey guys, i wrote this poem today and i want to know if you like it or hate it. Be honest. +.-
the title is called The Blurry Man.
The tragic story began with death
But what of love?
It became non existant.
His father left an imprint in his mind
That he was alone in a world of hate
And the guilt for his birth forever remained.
But truth came into his life
75 years almost too late.
Young, he mistaken love for something else
And became fearful of the passion.
He waited in the blurry stars as time grew.
But he awoken to the death of a beloved.
Her frail skin had turned into wrinkles; times mark.
And her heart had stopped beating for him.
His bruised skin resembled her favorite sweater
And his tears leaked for an eternity.
He died at dusk when he was mourning
Because he lived in fear of passion and love.
Have i improved or got worse... ???
