winter nights


  • Sadness

    winter nights

    i'm lieing on the floor
    contemplating, what the hell am i hear for
    being torn away from you
    and everything thats close to me

    counting on me
    to be lost in this void
    twisting me to stay
    this happiness a lie

    this animal locked inside
    is trying to break free
    like a monster eating me alive

    i'm crawling on the floor
    talking to myself
    feeling like a fool
    asking what am i now

    this dark feeling i have
    is as cold as ice
    like my soon to be heart
    thats shattering inside


    why can't this hurt be through
    as every winter grows colder alone
    this erie silent night
    lost within emotions
    of shot after shot

    i'm caught within a trap
    with no where to go
    but to that one place i have left
    the one thing to call my own
    my last resort
    and my one true happiness

    this shot

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    darkelfire’s Poems (6)

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