Dark Poetry #4 |
Wind in the Trees |
greysolace Member
since 2006-03-27
Posts 71 |
Take it all away and leave me with nothing! Wipe the slate clean with your dirty rag! Leave me broken on the floor Like a discarded child’s toy, Left with nothing but my soul which I cant be rid of! Let the darkness take me, Blowing out my light! Such a small, pitiful light it was. Incapable of anything In the silence that screams to my soul. Remove all the hurt, pain, and joy That once made me who I am, For I’d rather be left with nothing. Let the storm clouds roll above, Ridding the world of light, So everyone will finally know How I feel each day. Don’t bring me your concern! I have enough of it, thank you! And all it does is make me soft. Leave me to my devices of darkness So I can know the coldness of the world. Know the bitterness that I seek. Ugh, I feel the tell-tale prick of the tears Wishing to fall like raindrops, Blackened by the sorrow that consumes me. O, remove the existence of my emotion - The source of my problems And the force behind my train wreck! Swiftly and silently cut through me, Cutting out what’s unnecessary, The sensations of feeling. Leave the dark whispers, though, To provide commentary to the show Of my life shattering about me So I am left bereft of all things By the destroyer of time Who erases all, sparing only the chaos of wind in the trees ~~Poetry is written emotion~~ |
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