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Jan 2010
The darkness just won’t let go,
From my eyes the crimson flow,
You won’t see what I don’t show,
You can’t be when I don’t know,
I hear the screams of all the pain,
The injustice they contain,
I see you crying in the rain,
The whispers stay deep in my dreams,
Nothing there is what it seems,
My faith is what I can’t redeem,
I wish this would all just end,
Hating all the time I spend,
Never trust your deepest friend,
Indecisive are all of my thoughts,
Leaving my body behind as it rots,
Still battling the dark I’ve fought,
I can bleed my body dry,
But my soul refused to die,
And to myself I always lie.
Written by
Sam Guthrie
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