The storm has come again, the candle light dances across the walls, in the cool autumn air, shadows hover above my head, but I am still alone... Sensing a presence beside of me, I look to see who it is, to see who has come to release me, to see who is there, but I am still alone... Dreaming of a time, a time that never was to be, where fantasies are built, and always seem to be real to me, but I am still alone... A sigh flows from my cracking lips, though nothing more, I look once again to these pages, these pages I’ve written for you, but I am still alone... Did you not care to see them, or were they not good enough, tell me when would I know, tomorrow, forever, never, but I am still alone... Vivid creations break through my skin, as thoughts protrude as well, nothing is real that lives on inside, nothing that I long to know, but I am still alone... The candle’s burned out, as has my hopes, I’ll stay here in the darkness, until you bring me the light, but I will always be alone...
Reason for writing:
This is basically a poem about lonliness and love and how the two coincide one another...
Birth sign: Aries
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