Lost, Left or Dead?

Lost, Left or Dead?

A Poem by Speak in Silence

Take my hand.
Walk down this barren road of
Crushed hearts,
Shattered dreams, and
Lost souls.

Lost.
Lost, we are.
Lost in my eyes.
Lost in my bleeding addiction.

Pull me from the depths of hell,
With a shallow kiss that means nothing.

Night falls without a sound.

Left.
Left, we are.
Left for dead.

Squeeze my hand tighter,
Pain helps.

The serene darkness surrounds.
Light attempts to flare,
Only to be swallowed by the dark.

Fall to your knees.
Raise my head,
Now kneeling before my impassive truth.

Don't fight your fate.
Look into my eyes.
Our death lullaby plays faintly in the background.

Dead.
Dead we are.


© 2012 Speak in Silence


Author's Note

Speak in Silence
I am not really sure where I got this idea but I hope you like it. Tell me what you think and be honest :)

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that first stanza is amazing! the emotion you bring to this piece is unreal.
too many lines in this i love seriously. you wrote this damn well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Aw thank you, I am glad you like it :)
Sounds like a heavy addiction, in my opinion. this is very sad. it has a scummy film of drug induced psychosis, it's intriguing and presumably very honest. I'm only confused by the note of how you're not sure where this came from. Are you sure about that? When I was reading it, I felt like you were in the depths of sadness and anxiety, depression, you know.. the works of something evil, perhaps. Maybe it's through my own experience, I read what I wanted to read.
I enjoyed reading it nevertheless. Very nice work, friend.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Thank you, this is kinda sorta from experience. I'm kinda comparing love and death to an addiction. .. read more
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Sam
Great poem, really liked it :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Sam

12 Years Ago

No problem, really enjoyed reading it :)
Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

I'm glad :)
A beautifully description of their coming doom... Doomed they are and hopeless... Brilliant poem..

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Thank you :)
A really cryptic poem that has my mind racing... i am thinking it is about two people who rely to heavily on each others support they can not make it in the real world alone.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Yes, you basically got it
This piece really has depth. This is really good.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Chinchilla

12 Years Ago

Your welcome. :)
i just love your style in making this great piece. Lost, Left or Dead? you gave each word descriptions. then the last stanzas made me smile. you ended with the proper conclusion. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Thank you :)
OMIGOSH! Love love love it! My favorite part is:
Squeeze my hand tighter, Pain helps.
I really don't know why that's my favorite part but when I got to that part I stopped reading and thought about those two lines.
Good job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Haha thank you! ;D
Panda11598

12 Years Ago

No problem :)
I loved it. I could feel the raw emotion throughout the entire piece, and it told quite a story. Wonderful work, as always! ;D

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

aw thank you :)
Taylor Ann

12 Years Ago

Any time ;)
I love the first stanza. well done Miss Mayhem ;)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

Thank you :)
That_Guy

12 Years Ago

thanks for sharing
Speak in Silence

12 Years Ago

no problem :)

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Added on August 15, 2012
Last Updated on August 17, 2012
Tags: hell, love, dead

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