Days go by,
time moves on.
People pass by,
leaving me to drown...
Drowning in self-inflicted sorrow,
brought on by outside pain.
Will the sun rise tomorrow?
Or will nothing end the pain?...
When she is near me the pain ends,
allowing the sun to shine through.
But away from her the world wants me,
enjoying the pain it puts me through...
The pain seldom ceases,
time and time I try.
But with every glimpse and hope,
I am doomed to hold myself from crying...
This fallen angel was not meant to,
see the world through pain-racked eyes.
Doomed to help others through theirs,
not seeing the ones that want to help his...
Always cursed to fly on,
not seeing the pain that he causes.
Flying on those hated black wings,
though for now he pauses...
For life is like this candle he now holds,
short, sweet, and fleeting.
The bringer of light and heat,
that would keep this heart beating...
Wilst they only take this candle,
and hold it for their own.
They would no longer need to worry,
about the darkness that is their own...
The candle is a moveable light,
for however long it lasts.
But soon I fear my time will soon end,
my candle not made to last...
Its fragerance brings many,
the light all together soothing.
Though to me it may not be that,
to my friends its been proven to be of boon...
And in the end it will flicker out,
leaving me alone once more.
With no one but her to notice,
that my footfalls no longer fall at the door...
For the darkness will shield me from veiw,
for I want no one to see.
The pitiful life that flashes before my eyes,
that does not belong to me...
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