Here I am again, at this empty, cold place, where pain and suffering is a loner’s game…

Here I am again, at this empty, cold place,
Where pain and suffering is a loner’s game,
I am tired of this pain coming back again
and again,
So many words were left unspoken,
and I feel so alone and broken.

I am shattered, my dreams are broken,
My soul has no where to go,
and I hold secrets no one else knows,
I trudge alone along the pure white snow.

Only dressed in black,
I try so hard to forget the past,
There is no turning back,
As I walk, tears fall from my eyes,
Then tears from angels fall from the
Darkened sky.

Why is it hard to hide,
All this pain I kept inside,
Death seems so close,
and living so far,
Rain falls down from the stars,

I am now at the end of this long, pain road,
and I don’t feel any happier,
Only filled with more sorrow, pain,
and failure, but at the end, I saw
a black rose waiting for me.

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Comments (5)
  • ceegirl on Oct 14, 2009

    love this poem

  • Francois Hagnere on Oct 15, 2009

    You are so inspired! beautiful.

  • Emma Green on Oct 15, 2009

    I found this poem very powerful, great work.

  • DriftingInsomnia on Oct 16, 2009

    thank you Emma and thanks for the words Francois! :)

  • rizzei on Mar 25, 2010

    nice one..a bit sad but meaningful

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