Deep in thought,
I sit and wait.
So mant questions,
So much hate.
In this dark corner,
I wounder why.
Love finds others,
But passes me by.
My soul I do search,
So darkend with fear.
I know they are there,
But never appear.
Consumed by black fire,
My soul he will win.
But what have I done,
What is my sin?
I cannot see heaven,
I only see death.
And when somtrhing is born,
He stills there sweet breath.
And still I know,
What most do not.
That bodys are not living,
Only a place for the soul to rot.
In my soul,
There is no light.
Not living to love,
But dying to fight.
This world is dark,
Like the blood in my veins.
Grayer and grayer,
As my light weans.
By: Brian Hepworth
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem when I found out that my parents where getting a divorse. The love that they had for me washed away in a single moment of dispare.
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