From the Realm of the Raven...
my poetry tends to be depressing... just to warn you before you come any further!
This is all my early stuff, with rhyming and beat, but I've recently been branching out into free-verse.
I'm open and welcoming to opinions, but try not to be too harsh - I'm very shy about sharing my poetry, its very personal to me.
On the outside, looking in
On the outside, looking in.
I stand alone outside,
On the outside, looking in.
Everyone's connected,
I have no place within.
I can find no solace,
None within myself.
I feel empty and useless,
Left battered, on a shelf.
Cast aside by many,
I cannot find my place,
There is no heart within me,
My ribs, an empty case.
If I should die, would there be grief?
Or would they never care?
Who would be at my graveside?
Will anyone be there?
Is there someone out there,
Who will find the truth within?
Who'll stand with me on the outside?
On the outside, looking in.