In the End

If any 1 wonders why I only write dark poetry it is because I am venting my feelings.
Is this the end? have I reached my limit? nowhere to turn trapped like a fly in the dark spiders web trying to break free having no prevail. I have been there and done that backed up against the cold iron walls of this small enclosed prison of my own self pity.

All but my mind fades away but in turn yes that will fade too leaving me lifeless in the middle of despair on the cold concrete floor. People say that love sets you free I have felt what it means to be in love and yet trapped I stood in the shackles of my own broken dreams.

As she stood and laughed at my wrenched body as she slowly faded out of site. My mind compressed my soul set a flame settling into ashes that lay on the floor. And it's at times like this I wish I had never opened my heart to the pain of others.

But yet I stood there taking it all the hands that were meant to protect and serve are now soaked in the blood of my own tortured soul those around me got hurt and so I turn my back on the people I love all this time I had been protecting them from others that would harm them. But really, I was the one who was trying to protect them from and you know what I failed.
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Published: 9/2/2010
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