Verge of ExistenceA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicAnother one of my dark/fantasy story poems. I kinda imagined it as a song, too.When I look inside myself, I don't see a thing, Just shattered memories that haunt, always echoing. When I look inside myself, all I see's a wall That I built in disquietude, afraid that I will fall. When I look inside, something's always wrong, Like some notes are missing from my soul's song. When I look inside, something's not right, Like I'm loosing a battle that I with myself fight. I don't know how this will end, or how long it will last, Maybe when I'm finished erasing my own past. I don't know why does this so much remind me of you, Maybe because I think of all the things we'll never do. So I sit alone in the corner, and darkness surrounds me still, I'm waiting for a ray of light, repelling the shadow's chill. But I know the light won't come, no, not for me, And your face is the only thing left for me to see. So before I close my eyes, and surrender myself to this, I try not to let you go, because you always give me bliss. So my soul can find its way to you, when I am finally gone, When my body turns to dust, and my heart turns to stone. © 2012 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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