Lonely

 

My pen moves to the music

Thoughts of cryptic words

As the paper absorbs my soul

Alone in my darkest corner,

Roaming in the shadows

An old familiar place

Make the darkness fade away

Leaving me with silky dreams,

Living in the curtained sunlight

Who will play the butcher,

End the suffering held inside

Sealed away with no escape

Writing words of a thousand truths

Pen gliding to my own symphony

A sad song, for a lonely world

Reviews

[THERISA]

"It maybe a sad song for alonely world", but you're communicating and not isolating yourself. That is the strongest message of hope for you, Rayne. Giving power to your ability to heal yourself from past traumas and other events in your life. Maybe its my warp view of the world, i find this poem to hold a light for the end of the tunnel for you. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

Therisa

[JC Fox]

What a great piece, I like it!

[Y.F.]

It's definitely good to vent out through poetry - it's effective AND productive.
The pen is one friend who'll never betray your trust.
'As the paper absorbs my soul' - it's not just a metaphor, it's truth.
This one has a really great flow, and I really enjoyed reading it.
Keep it up, dear friend. :)

[Jane Doe]

Such a haunting piece. I found these lines to be especially beautiful

'Who will play the butcher,

End the suffering held inside

Sealed away with no escape

Writing words of a thousand truths

Pen gliding to my own symphony

A sad song, for a lonely world'

This is a very well written poem, thank you for sharing.