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The darkest of the abyss's

Carried along with my thoughts of agony
I reach for the grasp of reality I have left
In return grabbing onto oblivion
In a pool of an abyss.
Finding, finding,
Searching, searching
Falling, falling
Poof, gone.

My life fades
My heart shades
The life I’ve made
This face, in shame

I hold this heart, and make fill with life
Is shaking in fear
And shrinking in despair
I hold this body, weak from the pain
I hold this man, frame, shattered and broken

Mothers,
Brothers,
Sisters,
Friends.
I hold your heart
And care it with my own
But where does my heart go
When the cold winds have blown
Where does my heart go
When faith refuses to be shown

I sit in my house, wishing I was such
Sturdy and solid
Wish I was as much.

Carried on into the thoughts of agony
I reach for the grasp of reality I have left
And fall into the darkest abyss.

Me.



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