silence
How tragic to you it may seem,
To cleanse my soul of pain.
There may be no tomorrows,
When yesterdays just demean.
A silent cry, I scream aloud,
Yet no one hears but me.
Crushed beneath the shadows,
Of my own burden vast.
Too late to hold on anymore,
Behind my emerald eyes.
The fire once deep inside me,
Has gone out, completeley cold.
Look deep down inside me,
Please tell me what yoiu see,
How deep flows the river of fate,
In the silence of the hours late.
2007-12-14
08:48:45
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The Dark Prince
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Poetry