in the deep pit
of solitude
forced to sit
and not be rude
while the world forgets you
in that deep dark pit
with goblins and ghouls
that's where you'll sit
with ghostly duels
while the world regrets you
oh what has become
of our once friend?
like a crash of a drum
comes a voice like a godsend
while the world dares you
is it hope?
you whisper to the sky
are you a dope?
do you wish to die?
while the world tares you
is it fun in your hole
where none can see?
where you're naught but a soul
that can only be?
while the world forgets you
while the world regrets you
while you slowly disappear
YOU ARE READING
Teach me to feel
PoetryPoetry from the heart of a broken child. ...And short stories.