Why must I try
To hide my feelings inside;
As time runs by
And leaves me behind.
I'm locked in my memories
Where no one can find me;
While I read my stories,
And dream of what could be.
Now I am frozen
In between two places;
One of my creation,
And one of destruction.
I can't tell the two apart,
As I go on with my life.
It will never be the same
For my mind is like no other
It started with the spark of a flame,
Now it belongs to another.
There is not much to say
While i'm becoming a shadow.
It is true that I am fading away,
into an unending meadow of sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryI write things better than I can speak them. I can let all the things that I keep inside from others out. No one understands me when I try to open up to them.Without writing I would be lost.
