silence
How tragic it may seem,
To cleanse the soul of pain.
There might be no more tomorrows,
When my yesterdays were complete despair.
A silent cry I scream,
That no one hears but me.
Crushed beneath the shadows
Of a burden vast.
Too late to hold on anymore,
Behind my steel grey eyes.
The fire inside me has gone cold,
Endless torment held by silent walls.
Look deep into me,
Tell me what you see.
How deep the river of fate,
In the silence of the hours late.
2007-10-16
09:58:29
·
7 answers
·
asked by
The Dark Prince
3
in
Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry