Out in the dark
Here I sit again,
Since I don’t remember when.
In the forest clearing so clear,
Holding onto these thoughts so dear.
Their faces come back to me,
Haunting my very dreams.
Not allowing me the peace of sleep,
Pushing me towards the edge it seems.
The faces are made up of friends,
Whom I have shared passion with.
But they always seemed to leave me,
My lips still feel their sorrowful kiss.
Why does the world cause pain,
To ones who do not seek it?
I sought but a feeling,
Now all I see is rain.
The feeling that I once tasted,
Has now died and gone.
Leaving in my mouth a bitter taste,
That aches for another taste.
Why than do they continue to haunt me?
Why do the come in my sleep?
Why do they not allow my mind,
To sink into that peaceful deep?
Why is it when I am supposed to feel joy,
I instead feel this pain?
Why is it when I try and smile?
Someone always tries to make it rain?
Through it all I sit,
And she stands with an open hand.
Yet I fear I cannot take it,
For this heart is not a rubber band.
How can I continue past pain,
Pain that I have always felt?
Pain that I have tried to forget,
Yet it continues to be dealt.
Her smile is warming,
Banishing the clouds of pain.
Yet the clouds are still there,
The clouds that bring my rain.
How can I find hope?
How can I fully trust another?
Another love, another friend,
If I would just end up here at the end.
Why does this heart burden so much pain?
When it would be so easy to end?
So easy to forget about this life,
To end all this strife.
Yet if I would,
Than she would be by herself.
No longer someone out here with her,
Not a soul to share her self.
No one to share her words,
No one to share her heart.
No one to share his dream with,
Eternally alone in the dark.
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