The Nameless

It's hopeless,
We're useless,
And running out of excuses,
To blame ourselves,
Though it tells,
How our pain only carousels,
Screaming,
And dreaming,
All this heresy of believing,

That we'll make it out alive

Hoping,
And moping,
In the dark we keep groping,
For a way,
They will say,
Is only hidden by the day,
Bleeding,
And breathing,
This poisonous air is eating,
Us all alive

Darkness,
And heartless,
You stand before me breathless,
Searching for answers,
While dying with cancers,
That will only kill your enchanters,
Your consequences,
Only really astonishes,
Your will to aid all that demolishes,
All you are inside

No light,
No sight,
No solid way out of this life,
Broken,
Spoken,
It's broken that I have spoken,
To you,
Through you,
And everything that hates you,
To kill you alone inside...

Author's Note

.... weirdest poem I've ever written.... what'd you think?

Reviews

[Britny_ Grady]

Good, weird... I like it.

[NickyGL]

i like it, i think its good.

[Wondering Mind]

well written weird write. Fast pace

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spoken word ...it's has a great flow..like it..

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i liked it...very dark but i really like dark poems..the rhym is very good in this also..keep it up