The days are long, the nights are longer

Restless suffering, there is more to come

Her mind is strong, her heart is stronger

Released from shackles, unknown freedom

Escaped and found an unclaimed hell

Better than the one she knew

Finding things she’ll never tell

Knowing what she’ll never do

Truth it fills her eyes with sorrow

Pain it bleeds, her crying eyes

Joy she longs just to borrow

Before she finally dies

A far off voice that calms her rage

Not close enough to make her tame

There is no book with just one page

she shares a story much the same

Ageless, the beauty of it all

Immortal, death longs for her

On the knees that never crawl,

Life it seems all a blur.

Timeless, it all slips away

Memories, no remorse

Knowing she will not stay

But to follow her course

Darkness she knows and embraces

Feelings known all too well

The evil that lurk in common places

In the shadows in which they dwell

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

kijealy’s Poems (48)

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Rest in pieces 0
never lover 0
never lover 0
the truth to silence 1
of dust and memories 1
drop it all 1
forget about it 0
i nreally don't care 0
twisted mockery 0
wall of ice 0
black rein 0
sweet summer spells 1
knew you knew 1
consumed 0
shadows calling 3
bloody hell 2
see inside my cube.... 0
truely touched 2
wide awake 3
upset 0
twisted 1
tomorrow 0
suicide 1
sober b 4 i started 0
sob story 1
so i'm saved 2
rising up 0
poison 0
perfection doesn't exist 0
passion 0
myself 0
last time 0
a time of waiting 0
july 3rd 0
jibberish 0
inside of you 0
i lost my touch 0
ha-ha! 1
feeding demons 0
endless night 0
drivin around in my automobile 0
dreams 0
darkness 1
closer 0
chatter 1
a bedtime story 4 my sleepy friend 0
3 19 0
collage 0