A poem, my first one. Just to see if it's worth anything.
About learning from loss. |
There is an order of the stars If you look up and wish to see Not even one shines there for me They all just sparkle at the gravestone None means nothing to no one The time suspends all the virtues So all the nights I spend awake Sleep is unknow faithfull fake The truth of which makes ego fly The truth that is the only lie ((I see a problem in diving into 'live' The rope at my throat or the finger in The fight for the lightness within This makes me jealous and glad for the drunken and dying God)) They say faith soothens fear But my believes all died out I had to learn to live without The pain was only slightly sharpened As fear between us was all we had. . . . --- i cannot see the way no rules are left to obey no hope mirrors in the outlay no dreams for reality's mislay no blood for circulation's delay no injury to survey no purpose to stay no feelings to stray the tears are raining today we've never lived through a cliche. . . . (( note: sorry if there are any grammar mistakes. i think the third part is unnecessary, would you agree?)) |