No one was ever here,
To dry every single tear...
No one was ever there,
To make things a little more fair...
I’m always left to stand alone,
In the middle of an empty room...
Because no one is ever home,
To chase away the gloom...
So silence becomes my friend,
As my voice fades away...
There was no use for it anyway...
So long ago was its end...
Darkness will take over the light,
Nothing could ever again make things right...
As everything vanishes in the mist,
All that is left is one bloody wrist...
And a grave shall then be,
My one and only memory...
As I fall in an eternal sleep,
One so peaceful and deep...















Comments
You've got a consistant rhyme scheme going and it doesn't seem forced, y'know?
I like how you build the imagery with your words. I can pictured these whispered, like people do when they're crying?
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You're welcome.
*thumbs up*
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If this was the first one I'd like to see a second one.
Rhyming metered poetry is, in my opinion, the most difficult form of poetry to pull off. You've nothing to be embarrassed about in this first attempt. You should be quite pleased.
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The universe runs in cycles, meaning that focusing on the horizon means nothing because in the end all you're really doing is looking up your own ass, so just enjoy the walk.
-- David Dustin Walling
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I object your reality and substitute my own!
~°Matsudai-suki°~
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