My Life

My life is a cold, dark place

where the sun never shines.

A place where my mind’s eyes

is a path that leads

to my world.

A place that when you

touch the water,

it feels as cold as death.

Where old, sad memories

come flooding back and

repeating themselves.

Where they have come back

to haunt you forever.

Where the landscape is rocky,

mountainous, and hilly.

Where there is a path

where it is misty and dark.

 

The path has a light

at the end of it,

but I can’t seem to reach it.

It leads nowhere.

When I cry, my tears

instantly become ice

and I am frozen with fear.

The sky is either filled

with thunder and lightning

or there is rain

that is cold and the snow

feels like sadness.

 

My anger fills my world

with hatred and rage.

My feelings lead to a mix

of anger, sadness, and loneliness

come together to make one

called “blank.”

“Blank” feels as blank

as an empty piece of paper

that shall never be written upon.

When this arises, it shall be gloomy

in my world with heavy fog

all around.

 

This is the world

through my mind’s eyes

and I have written this

in words to make

you all understand me

and my world better.

Listen to this and you

shall understand how I

feel and know when this,

or these feelings,

shall occur.

 

My life is a cold, dark place

that only I have ever known

and understood.

Author's Note

Originally written when I was thirteen or so. Quite a long time ago. I've gone back into my first poembook to read what I have there. This was the first "dark" poem I wrote. I edited it to make it sound a little better than it originally was. I was going through much back then. I'm sorry if it sounds a bit whiny. That's one of my fears for what people think of this.

Reviews

[London]

i liked this, kudos =]

[stars are far]

nice
i love your style in writing ;)