Ephemeral aches and longing,
Obscure visions of dying,
Impossible to divulge,
Malevolent as grunge.
Giddy, Arrogant, Optimist,
Oh what a fool have you been,
Couldn't notice the risk,
Out in the open to be seen.
Apathetic, Empty, Somber,
Oh don't you wonder,
Pain needs to be felt,
Not just witheld,
Tired eyes, wide open,
The web is woven,
Rippling every movement,
Making the threads bend.
New routes, truths and lessons,
Growing up the pain lessens,
Almost insignificant without the scars,
Little white lines dotted like stars,
When the darkness disappears,
A bright yellow sun appears,
Perplexed by the beauty,
How long before an eclipse appears?
YOU ARE READING
The Blackhole
PoetryIt is a bunch if random poems that I have written in the past three years. It mainly focuses on feelings that I couldn't express.
