Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Jul 05, 2007
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
Funeral chant
It burns the heart from me,
I feel fucking diseased,
Inside I was never free,
my friend,we suffer til the end,
I’d sell my soul to die,
no need to stay alive,
my mind and soul slowly rott,
my friend,were lost until the end.
— billy, Jul 05, 2007
Share this poem
Critiques
JT1
18 years 11 months ago
Tears
Join Neopoet to leave a critique
Neopoet is a free community of poets who critique and support each other's writing.