Falling

I found this poem in my diary which was locked in a box that i hadn't opened since i was eleven...

 

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As the Sun falls from the sky

 

And weary souls fall asleep,

 

I fall into my place,

 

And sitting there I weep,

 

Of all the pain of being alone,

 

And all the silence that is left in this home,

 

Of all of these things not said and not done,

 

I sit and ponder why I am the one,

 

Who feels hate and guilt of great measure,

 

Who feels nothing of love or of pleasure,

 

The one who is lonely to life as a whole,

 

This life, who bears a badly broken soul.

 

That soul has been savagely torn in two,

 

That soul belongs to one who hasn’t a clue,

 

That life is too short to be sad of such things,

 

And life is not what this sadness shall bring.

 

Death silently lies behind this weary soul,

 

Sadness corrupts it; it does not make it whole

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This torment creeps through me, not making a sound.

 

I blindly embrace it and fall to the ground.