You stare at the sky in the hope for an answer yet nothing to this day you receive. All that is and once was is no more with no explanation as to why.
Hope, faith, love....all disappearing within the blink of an eye, making that which was once reachable now something you only dream of at night and wish for during day.
Unbearable pain erupting within oneself, so excruciating unable to describe, narcotics lessen the pain but only seems to last for a short extent of time seeing that each time it returns, more vengeful than before, destroying all that is me till the only thing that seems to survive is a vague memory of a soul destroyed by that on which it thrived.... Love
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A little of me... (poems)
RandomI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
