Sorrow behind barsA Poem by Niall MaddenI cant feel, I am nothing. As an individual, I have developed into less than human I enter a room, melancholic halls. I listen to the decrepit beings, eyelids leaking out the soul. They contort rapidly with a tearful glance this newfound hell, dance demons dance! as I drown in my apathy, emotional grasp fleeting, I die with no suffering I wait now for the devils meeting. No pain nor hate nor joy, the hollowness is my only vice Angels laugh, screech even jeer, while I remain flesh on canvased ice I resurfaced, not alive but I am in being. I would be thawing in the steam fuelled atmosphere, seeing blinded rage run red raw in sky's. Pouring scars of burgundy fluid break clouded judgement, my warped mind hold no similar cognition's nor superstition. While other spirits dwell on fell ambition, I am suspended in metallic expression. Chained hearts sink low due to a stone cold sorrow, to attain freedom is a wish never granted. . While imprisoned minds content on survival a point of view, slanted their view on life with out the fires of passion like mine is a shell, uncharismatic. © 2015 Niall MaddenFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on March 10, 2015 Last Updated on March 12, 2015 AuthorNiall MaddenUnited KingdomAboutHi, I am trying to build a portfolio of short stories and get my writing skills better, so any feedback is very welcome :) more..Writing
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