The sky’s so dreary In this wounded world Eternal gray dampens spirits Of even utmost hearts And the one true light Carrying hope through the night Hollows vacant cries Mustered of empty souls Screaming out at their dungeon walls Chained for evermore Cloaked in black As the starless midnight sky No moon to guide me No blindness to hide me The still air Stale with must and mold Cringing hardened souls At the sight of indifference Nothing of love Nothing of life Nothing left to be seen Against the sandstone Draped like an infectious syringe Dropping the last ounce of care To be wasted upon the dirty floor And what do watching eyes remark But a cold, dead stare And a long, heavy sigh But all is not lost yet For one thing remains In shambles, in ruins It bleeds amongst the rubble Buried deep within my heart Undying, unstopping It longs for the sun And upon breaking the surface Its shadows emerge Rolling with the thunder But no lightning with to company For the gray strikes it hard And it’s losing its faith Love lingers yet But fights not to die...
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration. My one true insecurity is in relationships. Because I am afraid to
instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of a chance to succeed. This is just more sadness from my inability to overcome my fears.
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