I wander around in shadow.
What do I do?
Where do I go?
Do I wait, when none will come forward?
Or do I come forward, when none will wait?
Which path do I take, when the path before me is hidden from sight?
An untouchable dream.
An impossible hope.
A wish thought in vain.
The only thing I see is a path of sorrow and tribulation.
A road.. cold, dark, and lonely, bereft of expectation.
Thoughts and wishes lay about me in heaps.
Their bones and remains littering the floor in the deep.
Before me, a pyre burns my hopes and dreams.
Behind me, the ashes of the past cry out at last.
No desire safe from the pyre and its brutality.
I walk alone, no one around to save my humanity.
No one to give the large amount of affection I hold within.
Just the sorrow I cannot escape in the end.
I wonder how much more I must give to the pyre.
As I look into the tempest beyond me, I realize my fate.
All will be ash, all will be bone, all will be destroyed before the fury it hones.
Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to run.
The life within me is as good as done.
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My Poetry
PoetryJust stuff I felt like writing when I had the urge, what I was thinking about, or how I felt during that particular moment I was writing. It's entirely up to you if you want to read it.
