The rain's rage pours against the ground.
As my fists beat against the wall.
Despair and hate lead me hellbound.
Dragging me through every pitfall.
My wish was always fantasy.
Locked away past reality.
As my fists beat against the wall,
Thunder cracks, and I fall apart.
My tears are lost in the rainfall.
Upon hearing that you'll depart.
You gave me love I came to crave.
For every time I felt enslaved.
Despair and hate lead me hellbound.
Exploring paths I came to fear.
Lies and deceits scattered abound.
Even your love became unclear.
You would always come and listen.
Though my sins did shine and glisten.
Dragging me through every pitfall
Are the people I've looked up to.
They join this self-inflicting brawl.
Their hate for me freshly renewed.
Though the rain comforts me in strife,
I'd rather just end my own life.
My wish was always fantasy.
To one day leave this awful storm.
To live without my agony.
But then I bend to Life's reform.
My fear comes in a mistform shape.
A nightmare I cannot escape.
Locked away past reality,
My childish hope just out of reach.
The raindrops spreading the debris.
"You lost her now" the storm does preach.
Regardless of my desperate cry,
Even you had to say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Crank
PoetryA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
