I lost her.
I thought not it possible to lose the one closest
And yet o' I stumble
I lost them
I thought it ludicrous to weep in my sorrow
And as I wept, they slipped away.
Tumbling
Down
Down
Deep into an abyss of sound
So loud and brash
Smelling of gunk and ash
It's as if I lost myself too.
And yet as I fall I hear the call
Of another whom I met
A poisonous one
A snake
A fiend
Oh how they fret
And whimper
And whine
For the gratitude of others at their behest
And so I watch it sneer
Beneath the veneer
A veil sewn by a sniveling liar.
A cheat
A snake
Words cannot describe how they plight me so'
They weep at my folly
But only for the eyes
O' how they gaze
The masses weep too
Not for my plight
Instead how it reacts
They mimic its woe
Wailing in fury
Am I not the one falling
I wonder alas
The pitfall faster now
A fake I claim
But I utter not a word
For the words of the wise
Are words rarely heard
O' what a mess
Not a word to fix
Nor to progress
I have lost her
And all have lost me.
Deeper and deeper
Into the empty sea.
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A collection of poems
PoëzieWith the title being relatively self explanatory, what follows within said selection of poems includes the peaks and valleys of my mind throughout the years. I use poetry to its fullest potential in order to help keep my emotional self at bay throug...
