Making It Home Is A Blessing

• Artist: ScrewAKangaroo x3
• Description: This poem is about the day I was shot.I was alone all day.Sitting on my front porch when BANG BANG! Two Shots To The Leg. I passed out from the pain and awoke in the hospital where they were preforming surgery on me.they injected me and i fell back asleep.but this is how my day went.
• Date: 05/10/2009
• Tags: sitting sorrow

Sorrowful Day,
Rains Away,
Finaly Sitting,
Comfy In A Chair,
I Feel The Wind Blow Through My Hair,
I Wait For Another Breeze,
To Come On By And Greet Me,
But Nothing Is Felt Or Even Heard,
But The Faint And Distant Chirping Of A Bird.


The Day Drags On,
So I Start To Hum A Song,
A Scream Of Terror Is Heard From The Mind Itself,
A Shreak That Could Have Only Come From Hell,
Am I Hearing Things,
I Awake In Frightening Place Of Bright White,
My Vision Is Light,
Injected With A Sharp Needle,
While I Sleep Feeling Feeble.


Alas I Awake,
To Smiling Faces,
I Realise It Is All Over,
I Remain For A Day Or Two,
And Was Sent Home To The Lovely Place Called Home.

Comments

[Cant touch Kit]

you do have a point there...

[Dreamsinner]

I get the fragmented way this was written, but it has absolutely no flow to the fragmentation. The scansion is off, and there are two typos. Do you really need to capitalize every word?