yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!

I can't sleep - poem

I can’t sleep,
The drizzling rain outside,
Makes so many sounds,
Like it’s talking.

Whispering in my ear,
Telling me its sorrowful tale,
Riddled with disaster,
And full of woe.

I can hear the crying,
In the wind,
The shouting of denial,
The screams of pain.

Every place it’s been to,
Every person it’s seen,
It’s shown me,
In the dancing lightening.

The rain reminds me,
Of all mankind’s mistakes,
And all of the destruction,
It has seen.

Through all the ages,
It has missed nothing,
And it whispers it,
All to me.

Then the voice of the rain,
In the softest of words,
Tells me,
Of our future.

That is the secret it left with me,
As it crept away,
And that’s why,
I can’t sleep.

The voice inside -poem

I want to be strong,
But there’s a voice inside me,
That holds me back,
From what I want.

Its eating away,
At my soul,
It only gets stronger,
And I fight for myself.

I want to tell people,
Things I could never say,
But that voice calls me back,
To my black past.

It won’t let me do,
The things I want,
It hides me away,
Under a blanket of anxiety.

I want to talk with people,
And have friends,
But the voice wants no one,
To interfere with its plans.

It says there is no room in my heart,
It can only be us,
But I want more,
Than just myself.

I want to be strong,
And determined,
I want to stand up,
For my rights.

But how can I do things,
When I fight with myself,
And I don’t know what to do,
To stop it.

I want to get rid of it,
And through it away,
But can someone,
Please help.

Because I don’t know,
How to forget my bad past,
Or how to make my ugly self,
Disappear.