Array ( [sid] => 159462 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Seeing Red [time] => 2010-05-02 15:30:27 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The creak of the chair,
As I rocked back and forth.
Counted down the seconds,
Until it moaned rhythmically--

To the sound of your footfalls on the porch.

I was a bit trigger happy,
with this gun in my hand.
As I sat--Perched,
Behind the door.

I had been waiting patiently for this day.

The look of shocked recognition,
Forever etched to memory.
Didn't give you time to react,
As I shot you dead!

Now my visions stained red. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cayleigh-Chan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Seeing Red


Seeing Red
Date: Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 03:30:27 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Cayleigh-Chan
The creak of the chair,
As I rocked back and forth.
Counted down the seconds,
Until it moaned rhythmically--

To the sound of your footfalls on the porch.

I was a bit trigger happy,
with this gun in my hand.
As I sat--Perched,
Behind the door.

I had been waiting patiently for this day.

The look of shocked recognition,
Forever etched to memory.
Didn't give you time to react,
As I shot you dead!

Now my visions stained red.

This poem is Copyright © Cayleigh-Chan


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