A place where i post poetry,nothing professional,feel free to use these poems and share them.
A place where i post poetry,nothing professional,feel free to use these poems and share them.
Finally decided to add another poem to the domain,i noticed people visit it more than they visit the innersanctum,
This poem was made when i was in a critical mind state,i was feeling depressed and empty when i welded it together,Any feedback you can offer is greatly appreciated.
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Pain..,
All i ever feel is pain
all those cheerful times i feigned
All those fake memories i gained
To all those anticipating faces I'm chained
of all life and joy i am destained
My wasted youth,my denied growth
I lived my life by the rules
The rules of nothing but my own foolish oaths
I no longer feel anything for myself
the agony of people around me,
i feel like a lone book left on an endless shelf
Tears i shed for others are true,
Tears i shed for myself i cannot even brew
What i long for is someone new
someone who can rinse that filthy heart of mine clean
someone who i would happily dedicate my life to
Does such a person even exist?
"yes" the shallow voices in my head insist
Hope is a seducing emotion,one cannot simply throw away
Hope puts your broken pieces back together
Only so you would break into a million other
Hope is why countless people perish every sunrise and dusk
Hope is the innocent component of the death-chain
"now i am become death,the destroyer of worlds"
Such words were spoken in nothing other than vain
Life's a needle endlessly spiraling towards nothingness
what has been done,cannot be undone.
And what is gone,shall forever be so.
End