The year of suffering comes to a close,
Why do I feel so exposed?
I've never been left so confused,
I'll take my time.
Sorry for who I am,
Reread every line,
I'll be there,
And so will you.
Though I cloud it in rhymes with no real reason,
The purpose is still there,
And it will call to you.
No one knows me,
Those who strayed,
Those who saw me in the dark,
Thanks for saying something.
I feel so free,
Locked at the same time.
I feel happy,
So how do I feel frightened?
Drifting without knowing,
I wish I could speak,
Wish I could tell you,
How much you got me through,
How much you meant.
Though I can't.
I wish you to know,
I wish to stay,
Stay in Hell with you,
Rather than Heaven with no one.
YOU ARE READING
Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
