These Embers
this light.this burning desire is only embers
how can such flame grow low,grow weak instead of strong,?
is it i?
is it my mistake to be here?
I'm left in the corner of my own dispare,
digging myself a hole as everyone watches me go father father down, yet no one can pull me out.
no one can make this go away,
life's left this hole in my heart
in which nothing can fill,nor money, love or compassion,
just a patch of darkness,
where the embers lay,
my strength is gone, my will has become weak ,
maybe it's time.
maybe life's choices are running out, pointing to one direction,
life doesnt have to be long to be good,
hell, life's hard as I've seen it with my own eyes,
the crulties of humanity.
we are all a product of mistakes, misfortunate events we go through
and the misfurtnate technicalities of this world
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