Della~Moon
04-28-2003, 05:16 PM
Can you guys tell me what you think? :oops: i know it's not very good but i try. :rolleyes:
In the gathering of my depression,
of the never ending bitter dark.
the joy of life slips away with no impression,
I do not see the death of dawn and lark.
The icy winds whisper of my forlorn life,
pain only grows in my heart of frozen emptiness.
Chambers of ice form from this my cold strife,
I feel the ice tearing at my skin with vengeance.
The sharp night winds feel as if they draw blood,
yet I do nothing to avoid this black hearted chill.
Tears flow so often I no longer try to stop the flood,
left behind is a frozen crevasse nothing can fill.
Pain can be repressed in any troubled mind,
but the scars of those forgotten lives remain.
Deep within ourselves hate and hope are entwined,
the whirl wind of feeling makes death seem more humane.
For to curse the dark is to curse the light,
and all hope gives birth to fear and light to dark.
To try and see what I am is a plight,
harder still is to find a way to leave a mark.
Was chaos truly reordered so long ago?
Or was it simply forced to dwell within me.
Am I my friend or my own threatening foe?
Who am I? This is my eternal plea.
In the gathering of my depression,
of the never ending bitter dark.
the joy of life slips away with no impression,
I do not see the death of dawn and lark.
The icy winds whisper of my forlorn life,
pain only grows in my heart of frozen emptiness.
Chambers of ice form from this my cold strife,
I feel the ice tearing at my skin with vengeance.
The sharp night winds feel as if they draw blood,
yet I do nothing to avoid this black hearted chill.
Tears flow so often I no longer try to stop the flood,
left behind is a frozen crevasse nothing can fill.
Pain can be repressed in any troubled mind,
but the scars of those forgotten lives remain.
Deep within ourselves hate and hope are entwined,
the whirl wind of feeling makes death seem more humane.
For to curse the dark is to curse the light,
and all hope gives birth to fear and light to dark.
To try and see what I am is a plight,
harder still is to find a way to leave a mark.
Was chaos truly reordered so long ago?
Or was it simply forced to dwell within me.
Am I my friend or my own threatening foe?
Who am I? This is my eternal plea.