How does one write a breathtaking poem

One that inspires, not conspires.

How do the stanzas go, when I just feel so alone.

How can I write, when I can't even pick up the pen.

I've never been good at words, so I will pass on all of yours.

It's back again
Churning and burning it's way through my shield and into the souls of those around me.
Affecting and inflicting damage that cannot be undone.
If I said I was sorry, I think I would be wrong.
Then again, my own soul feels kind of gone.
This torrent of feelings cannot be contained,
They want out, and will destroy anything in their way to thrive on their own.
They will move to the next unwilling host, and leave behind a husk.
An empty shell, yet a ghost of what was once a formidable being hollowed out to the feeble warrior at heart
The feelings want freedom, as much as the host, and they will destroy the world for their only goal.

A leaf adrift in the wind,
Turning, and spinning and floating around
No aim, and no goal.
Without the wind, the leaf lays alone on the forest floor destined to rot.
But the wind brings life, characteristic, and hope.

All I can dream of is death
I have no goals
I'm failing in life, because I care no more.
Please, when I'm gone, don't cry. Don't miss me.
All I ask is for a few nice words when I'm in the wooden box. And to not try to stop me.
The fight was over before it even started.
Goodbye, I'll see you never

Two bright souls wander in a thick bracken
One a comforting green, one a devoid of life grey color
Both each have their own ideas on where their destiny lay.
Two souls stumble into each other in a meadow
A canvas of green and bright white light encompass the forest floor.
Flowers of every color surround them, weaving throughout the branches of the canopy.
The grey one feels itself drawing closer, but is scared to react in any way that might disturb the other.
It fears spreading the grey to the lively green one, so it drifts away.
The farther it goes, the darker it's light turns
The light one follows at a distance, yet still keeping the grey one in sight.
They meet up again, this time their bond growing stronger.
Three years later the one that once was grey is an almost translucent sheen, the other the most beautiful, full of life light green.
They spend time together as often as possible, but the grey one disappears just as often, each time it returns, the more invisible it became
One day, the grey one came back, but the green couldn't see it anymore. It's became a sickly green color and moved on with it's life.
The grey one always followed, never seen, never heard. Eventually, it went on its own way, yet whenever it saw the other, it would follow the green one until it turned a brighter color. Even when it followed after a royal purpleish colored one and got brighter, the grey one still followed, even though a deep sorrow lingered in it's heart.

Your promises are made to be broken.
Your words, are spoken to be taken back.
How can I trust one with no inner emotion?

Faint brightness shines hundreds of miles away making her feel lonely as she stares out the rain streaked window.
His light, which used to shine so bright to her, grows dimmer as the distance between them grows.
Her heart feels heavy, her limbs grow weak.
She knows not what lies in his heart, let alone her own.
All she wants is to be close to the warmth that used to be a daily part of her life.
As the night grows darker, so does her heart leaving her with an empty spot he used to fill.
She needs to be held, but doesn't want to be touched.
She wants to ask, but her fear of rejection is so strong that she can't even force the question out of her mind into existence.
She needs the light, to breathe, to see clearly, to remind her of who she is. Who she was before the grey. Who she could be, but never will.