One Of My Own.

[Baby Tickles]

I realise this isn't a forum for poetry but as there isn't a dedicated one, this will have to do.

Anyway below is a poem I wrote during a rather hard and dark period in my life. It's a story of love, love lost, murder and suicide.

Constructive comments only please, any insulting remarks, please keep them to yourselves.

A Darkest Hour

Eyes that sparkle like stars on the face of the night

Tempting fate with a smile that haunts wandering minds eye

Plucking dreams with all that might

Sends hearts into flutter of colour butterfly

A taunted face with pained expression

Watches loves enjoy a nether region

A desperate thought makes vain decision

Be with and heal deepest incision

Creative hands mould ideal world

Utopia in a twisted frame

A deadly sin, a plan unfurls

Oh God a way to end this game

Broken heart racked with guilt

Tears of sorrow, come what may

Fallen angles bed of silt

Self pittied equity ends this day.

[Baby Tickles]

What's this? So many viewers and no replies?

[Guest katiekat01]

it is good i like it, tho it is sort of meloncholy

-heather

[kittykatie]

i like it too, it certainly

reflects the title - more

please, maybe you will

inspire others to write

some too - katie

[smarti]

it's good, if a litttle hard to get. One you do get it, it all falls into place.

[Baby Tickles]

Thanks for those comments and all three of you are very right, yes it is melancholy but then it is meant to be, but thanks Katie.

Kitty, yes it does reflect the title and it was a very hard and dark time when I wrote this; actually my heart had not just been broken but blasted into little pieces.

Smarti you're right too, it is hard to get until you get it then it falls into place. The first verse is the love, the second is the love lost, third is murder and the forth is the suicide.

I hope others will now write; I've asked DD for a dedicated forum for poetry so hopefully we'll have somewhere to put them.

Thanks again and I really glad you all (in particular) liked it.