January 8, 2011

  • A Meaningless Poem

     

    Abandoned. Forgotten.

    Alone. Without hope.

    Wandering aimlessly.

    No way to cope.

    Razors speaking

    What my lips cannot.

    My subconscious remembering

    What my pain forgot.

    This pain, again

    I use to hide

    The growing darkness

    I feel inside.

    I use this pain

    As a way to escape

    Surrounding myself

    In bright caution tape.

    For certainly here

    A murder occurred:

    For it’s been an eternity

    Since my heart has stirred.

    That which sustains me

    Now trickles down

    What keeps me alive

    I pour on the ground

    The One I’ve waited for

    so longingly

    Finally comes!

    Tis Death: I’m free!

    Eyes flicker open

    Lighting surrounds

    I’m still alive?

    The fact astounds.

    So evil, cruel Death

    Still causes me strife

    Forcing me on

    In this meaningless life.

     

    OhItWontBeForever challenged Xanga to write a poem they didn’t feel. So I did. I do not, nor have ever felt this way. Whaddya think?

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