Untitled.A Poem by apocalypseBack to my void My safe little place A refuge from my scare the cold stricken air Disappointments galore The warmth that smile wore Wiped it away.. Dimmed
my only bright ray The tears that flow Tagged unreal... Didn't need another hand... To wipe 'em away over again I'm not lone Nor gloom's touched my bone But there's a hollow that haunts I'm not strong no more Need a presence to hold me strong At least until I sing my swan song And then as my destiny trashes That presence shall hold my ashes Its not weak i call Not trying a pathetic crawl No questions to go For the answers won't flow Save me pray I don't bleed Nor am I sinned Just need some faith...to lead me on. Somehow...my existence grows limp With each mile i trudge The fading beacon... A failed summon. The "stark truth" the challenge, Tried euphemism. A pacifying facade... The concern they breed. Don't need that though Just a simple hand would do To guide me on..and hold mine tight Till
I stand tall again Not a savior Nor a shield Just an existence..even an intangible presence Unfeigned...to bring me to believe Just no more judging I beg Done with that... Drained off by that... Nor acceptance I plead ...just a sturdy lead. And then as I stand again.. I promise i will Be back... The
faith will stay, and My trust in you... Just stay till then Even when I falter Just let me hide Until a day that's brighter © 2010 apocalypseAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on March 26, 2010 Last Updated on March 26, 2010 Authorapocalypsejammu, IndiaAboutHaven't exactly figured out the "What i am" aspect of me. Self-introspection doesn't happen to be one my best talents. I am intrigued by the morose nuances of life, but that doesn't make me any less.. more..Writing
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