Endless

These endless days,

So full of loneliness, 

Do I spend alone with my

spinning thoughts.

Is this what is left for me?

Will I be condemned to never ending light

and along in my nights?

How can this be life?

When those of us who know,

walk stone paths alone,

Sin do they practice 

When no hope remains,

How can this be fate?

When we have such choices to

still make?

This wall of glass does reflect this

faint image of existance.

Can this be what He wanted?

This suffering of life,

This poverty of breath?

How can this be life?

Author's Note

I have no clue what was going through my mind

Reviews

[BriAnna Wyble]

i can relate to this, and i think its a beautiful write. i cant wait to read more! :) you are very talented

[Jake Staffeld]

Seems like your looking for the answers we all want here. Sorry about the pain Layla.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

I think this expresses the endless torment of being alone my friend.

[Little Abbey]

Wow, so many questions!!! DX Very very excellent poem though Layla!! I loved it!

[Shane Williams]

nice!!

[Dai Edenburough]

Hey! I read this poem! It's the one that inspired the one that I made for you! omgwtfbbqlolwth!?!?!??!?!? Did I really just do that? Wow, I AM lame....