E.A Rumfield
10-04-2012, 09:30 PM
Darkness inverted upon my soul
there seems no escape.
The cold has frosted all,
even your touch,
I imagine
would be frigid
but I do not know,
you've been gone so long.
Hopeless, I exist alone
a solitary particle in a river of despair.
I exist alone,
but recognize the faces like mine
there are many
the sad, the lonely
the untouched
the desperate, the unloved
outnumber any other group.
There most be some solution.
Why must life be so painful?
This pain kills slowly
devouring all our effort
our spirit.
True bravery is waking up everyday
to face a world indifferent to your existence,
devoid of love and passion.
A pain that is its own
anesthetic
and I
am not sure if I touched the fire
that I would in fact cry out
or just jump right in
welcoming the change
of pace.
there seems no escape.
The cold has frosted all,
even your touch,
I imagine
would be frigid
but I do not know,
you've been gone so long.
Hopeless, I exist alone
a solitary particle in a river of despair.
I exist alone,
but recognize the faces like mine
there are many
the sad, the lonely
the untouched
the desperate, the unloved
outnumber any other group.
There most be some solution.
Why must life be so painful?
This pain kills slowly
devouring all our effort
our spirit.
True bravery is waking up everyday
to face a world indifferent to your existence,
devoid of love and passion.
A pain that is its own
anesthetic
and I
am not sure if I touched the fire
that I would in fact cry out
or just jump right in
welcoming the change
of pace.