Her Warnings Poem by Amri Ramsey
Her Warnings
She draws with silver,
It comes out red.
She screams out cries,
No one comes.
She writes a love note,
The love is long gone.
She goes underwater,
Not wanting back up.
She practices knots,
Trying not to get caught.
Her canvas is almost completely red.
Her voice is giving out on her.
Her note is almost finished.
Her air supply is about all empty.
Her perfect knot is tied.
She is gone.
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4/28/2024 12:12:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A sad, sad poem indeed. cheer-up and read mine - Bloom of Youth - Adeline