Sorrow

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Sorrow comes to me like a cold, dark wind.
It empties me of all my sins, Freezing my heart to ice.
Darkness seeps into me like poison, and shows on the outside who I am.
Pushing everyone away
Keeping to myself
Quiet, yet screaming
No one hears me, no one listens to all my pain, quiet on the outside, screaming on the inside.
I look outside to the sleeping world
And listens to the dead silence that follows close at hand.
I will forever be alone on the inside i will forever be screaming in my pain
until someone listens to me.





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Rayne said...
Oct. 14, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Ohhhh!!! I love this comment thank you very much! I also love the picture it's awsome!
 
artofthedeath said...
Sept. 20, 2008 at 11:08 pm
I also like dark things, and I loved your poem. I honestly think it is better than the first page of your book about the half demon, bc you put more of yourself into the poem. Think about it.
In the poem, you speak from deep down, but in your story, everything is on the surface. You aren't feeling the writing. I would suggest writing more poetry to get what I mean, and then trying to put that feeling into your fiction. I believe in you!
 
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