by, 11-22-2008 at 09:47 PM (405 Views)
Just two poems I've written
My essence has now vanished,
Our love is now a war.
I look back now,
With much regret.
Uncertain of what the future holds.
And so I breathe it all in,
And never exhale.
A hole forms in my heart,
Growing larger every day; in this cold dark place.
For all eternity.
Iíve lost myself.
Trapped in a stranger,
I am stuck with this vile existence,
A life of unbearable means,
Until you take my hand,
And guide me back home.
Not yet broken.
She lies unclothed and exposed in the crowd.
They shatter her very being,
And engrave deep wounds into her soul.
Her innocence bleeds out onto the gravel.
Beautiful red streams of her essence.
The wounds leave scars, and hate begins to flow through her veins.
And she now believes them.
She stares at the reflection of this stranger with disgust.
The darkness descends upon her soul.
The past takes grip of her throat.
Inside she screams,
The grip begins to tighten,
She realizes that she has lost the fight.
Her final breath releases the person she has become.
As she lie there,
Her corpse now cold and limp,
Tranquility overcomes her soul.
She is free.