Hi, I'm new here and it's a pleasure to meet you all. Please give me guidance and correct me as i fumble along my way.
Here's one of my pieces, comments are most welcome (Although i couldn't come up with an appropriate title for it, i'm open to suggestions to that as well)
The Untitled Poem
The world is always sane,
Seeking nothing but gain.
But my own starts to wane,
As i always end up with pain.
A drop of blood falls from my heart,
Shaped just like a crimson tear.
The moon above starts to wane,
I start to question if I’m sane.
There will be no gain,
Without first bearing pain.
Another dream I had to tear,
Silencing the wishes of my heart.
The world has given me nothing but pain,
So my wrath and malice it shall gain.
On the brink of just being sane,
Obstacles and enemies I shall tear.
My efforts will never wane,
Until I exhaust the rage in my heart.
I have no need to be sane,
My conscience simply starts to wane.
I will numb myself from pain,
That immunity I shall gain.
On the ground I see a tear,
From which I rebuild a brand new heart.
No longer sane,
My emotions wane,
There was nothing for me to gain,
Only never-ending pain.
A red crystal frozen for each tear,
As I iced my still beating heart.
Regret filled my frozen heart,
As I realized I was far from sane.
I can no longer feel pain.
But nothing I have gained.
Only a shattered heart
And eyes that no longer tear.