The Cold Fact

When you feel it and there is not a soul coming to save you...

A Cold Fact

I have touched places where others dare

Took hearts from hurting and from despair

Listened to the stories told in deep pain

With nothing in my heart to ever gain

I felt your feelings surround your cries

I been in your dark areas where time lies

Like computer code thoughts stream

Your visually traumatic a horror dream

What of this did I gather from my own hand

Solitude, rebuttal and a empty glass of sand

A longing to be loved, a place to call home

Instead I'm left walking in silence I roam

My spirit left broken a madness in me

With no one staying they all up and flee

Now I am alone, a darkness I shall seat

Tears flowing down, Landing at my feet

The clock of life has begun to slowly tick

Speeding the process of wither, I'm sick

Soon I cry it shall all be said and done

Withered away by a loves darkest sun.

Robert© - 2014

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I know this poem. I told people I did most of the deadly seven sins. Maybe if I'm lucky. Room for me in Purgatory Inn. 15 years in the Army and 40 countries. Hard to walk the safe and godly line. I like the honest and truthfulness of the words. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
' Coyote

[PoemRodent]

Again the encouragement is welcomed. Thanks for reviewing this piece, stay tuned I am not nearly finished with flooding the Cafe today.

Rob