A poem that finishes up the others, all written when I was very upset and hurt. |
The emptiness, It swallows life, It devours thought, It is the mass destroyer It dwells within the heart forgotten, Growing in size and devouring thoughts, Till nothing is left, But the pain and the blackness. To brave the pain, A mask I wear, To cover all, So none will fret. The mask wears a smile, Carries on: all is well, But in the end the mask worn falls, And the emptiness devours all I sit alone in emptiness, Where nothing can bring joy, Where one is so alone, That the pain tares a hole. Within the heart, within the mind, The pain will just consume, No raging fire to defend, No tears to carry way. So I put on a pretty smile, Nod my head and laugh, Hoping that if I just pretend its true, That the pain wont come back again. Then each day and every night, The pain returns with a new fright, The world collapses and the light does vanish, Leaving nothing but pain and a hole. I try my best to keep and moving, Keep a smile so no one sees, But then it returns again anew, And I find I cannot do.. I find company hurts all the more, So into solitude I do go, But alone again with just the pain, I know it shall never end. The pain will always come again, And the heart forgotten will weep once more, Forever in the empty dark, Where there is no light to shine.. |