Open Poetry #48 |
Reflection on love #2 (Midnight rain) |
ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Outside I sit in the rain, Crystalline droplets mixing with my tears, Outside I sit in the night Alone in the darkness of my life. I’ve no blade to comfort me; I see no point in pain. “I was such a fool, such a fool” I chant to myself, As I rip to shreds the red roses, That were meant for her. I was too afraid, too slow to act, to love. How could I not be? I had never felt this way before. I think as I cry silently beneath the falling rain, alone. The music inside me is long dead, I’ve no energy to love, I’ve lost the power to feel Everything but pain. I am not who I once was, The happy frolicking child at play, Died when I met life, who brought along fate, Who, in turn brought her to my sight. I feel a sudden chill, What is life? What is life, but senseless agony? Some say life is after all unreal, “a dream within a dream”. The will to live is gone, everyday is the same. People around me, those who say, are, or were my friends (What is a friend after all?) Mutter amongst themselves asking what is wrong? I drain all hope from those around me, and they quietly whisper “he’s gone insane.” I sometimes wish I could say, But I really don’t care; I’ve been hurt, and inside I’m screaming, hurting. Crying, and dying. My tears mingle with the rain, as I ram my head against the wall. She’s miles away in my past, With the old familiar faces. And as I lay myself to sleep, And in the darkness drift away, I begin to dream Life’s eternal darkness, Terrified I wake, As rain splatters on my window pane. Terrified I wake, I sleep, I wake, I sleep, i wake i sleep will it ever end? Is life an eternal struggle against both reality and dreams? (originally posted in the dark section sorry if it is cross posting) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh, boy, do I ever relate to this. Good very good poetry, ponderthepoetorrsx. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, 'Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?' 'Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.' |
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