clove464

"Days go by, and nights go by. 
          	I feel as drifted away as the winter wind 
          	Blowing away all that has past me by, for what it felt like moments ago 
          	To it being years of withered sand, slipping away through my fingertips 
          	How can this be? I wonder? For was it the cause of my bitter soul? Pheraphs my uncontrollably rage upone this land? Could it have been more than darkness and terror bestowed upone my own? May it be so, for I have caused more trouble than necessary to these fellow loved ones of mine. May it be so, for I am guilty of many crimes, including my existence. May it be so, for I have used my low self-worth, to neglect all that have met my gaze. "Why?" Is a common word to be told, for I have no good reason on why I do such things. 
          	The only thing I have ever known is how I hate such a sight as mine. Oh, how I hate that stranger, reflecting its cold stare through my glassed eye. Oh, how I hate to hear its cries at night of despair and sorrow. Oh, how I hate its mask of desciveing others. Oh, how I hate, how I hate. There can be no more words to describe what I hate the most of this person. including their hurtful words that can tear down one's mind and soul within seconds. Before you know it, you're stuck with them for years of their torment and torture for their own sick entertainment. Before you know it, you come upone to realize that it was you all along, the one you hated for years, was you, yourself, this whole time. And if that's not the saddest thing that you have ever heard, then I don't know what is..."
          	
          	My peom, created by me, clove464 
          	
          	Created November 4th, 2024, 9:47 PM at night

clove464

"Days go by, and nights go by. 
          I feel as drifted away as the winter wind 
          Blowing away all that has past me by, for what it felt like moments ago 
          To it being years of withered sand, slipping away through my fingertips 
          How can this be? I wonder? For was it the cause of my bitter soul? Pheraphs my uncontrollably rage upone this land? Could it have been more than darkness and terror bestowed upone my own? May it be so, for I have caused more trouble than necessary to these fellow loved ones of mine. May it be so, for I am guilty of many crimes, including my existence. May it be so, for I have used my low self-worth, to neglect all that have met my gaze. "Why?" Is a common word to be told, for I have no good reason on why I do such things. 
          The only thing I have ever known is how I hate such a sight as mine. Oh, how I hate that stranger, reflecting its cold stare through my glassed eye. Oh, how I hate to hear its cries at night of despair and sorrow. Oh, how I hate its mask of desciveing others. Oh, how I hate, how I hate. There can be no more words to describe what I hate the most of this person. including their hurtful words that can tear down one's mind and soul within seconds. Before you know it, you're stuck with them for years of their torment and torture for their own sick entertainment. Before you know it, you come upone to realize that it was you all along, the one you hated for years, was you, yourself, this whole time. And if that's not the saddest thing that you have ever heard, then I don't know what is..."
          
          My peom, created by me, clove464 
          
          Created November 4th, 2024, 9:47 PM at night