A man in gray, walking through the snow
In the dark
Footsteps that trail after
The trembling thoughts,
The swirling sentiments,
The whirling and painful regrets-
of the past
Can someone help me?
The mists of snow
Can someone free me?
From the dark past of man
Can someone tell me what you did to that poor man?
He walked through the forests of life
And tried to climb above it to be happier
But nothing helped
The lamposts that light up the creaky sidewalk
Through the drizzling rain
Through the glittering snow
Through the whispers of wind
Through the gloomy laughters of the darkened earth
If you freed me, I would help you
But you can let me wilt, for I've been through it all
I loved you, you know?
But you threw it all away and moved on-
But for me?-
I'm still here...
waiting for you
Or someone to come and bring me out of this shell
YOU ARE READING
Myst of dark
PoetryInspired by while listening to the song, "Walked through Hell" by Anson Seabra "I guess all the mountains that I moved just weren't enough And all those nights I walked you home From crowded bars when you were drunk Well they meant nothing 'cause yo...
