lucidnightmares
11-26-2008, 11:20 PM
it`s been a little tough getting back into poetry so i thought i`d write something before i went to sleep.
any opinions, comments or criticism is welcomed and encouraged.
it`s face is darkness
it`s body cold
it`s heart is aching
see and behold
what have we created?
a monster is nothing
but nothing itself
empty
scared
grotesque in nature
wondrous of soul
the monster we fear
yearns to be whole
memories are torturous
the edge of sorrow dulls with time
aching, throbbing, merciless pain
torment dwells in every shadow
all passion restrained
the monster we fear
cannot be seen
for there is nothing to see
inside ourself
any opinions, comments or criticism is welcomed and encouraged.
it`s face is darkness
it`s body cold
it`s heart is aching
see and behold
what have we created?
a monster is nothing
but nothing itself
empty
scared
grotesque in nature
wondrous of soul
the monster we fear
yearns to be whole
memories are torturous
the edge of sorrow dulls with time
aching, throbbing, merciless pain
torment dwells in every shadow
all passion restrained
the monster we fear
cannot be seen
for there is nothing to see
inside ourself