Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2013
It’s Friday evening and I can’t sleep
Waiting for the night to finally grow deep,
All I’ve been up to is just some crazy stuff
I’ve never been this down and all in enough.

Creepy thoughts had been ranting in my head
Though cracked and wild, it kept its cool instead,
I can’t take another step on a pathetic, bitter course
An outcast state in a world where everyone abhors.

This I confidently said to myself once more
There’s no looking back, so I tried to close that door,
But as I gripped to push the golden door ****
In silence, my ears can’t help but hear my throb.

The pain, the angst, and all those tears I cried
For the first time, I realized that I had long died,
Wounds, still fresh though memories, all rotten
Treasured gleeful moments seemed to be forgotten.

I let it out, I screamed inside my gloomy soul
Precious shimmering gems were destined to roll,
Sure enough that no one would be able to hear
The world shall never know, tried to hide my very fear.

The terrible sensation was slowly killing me inside
Seems like those thoughts had come to deride,
Sadly, my fate was to be excruciatingly pained
Not a bit of love’s mirth was ever treasured nor gained.

I tried to ran from those unending miserable scenes
Uncomfortable to hear that this ruthless life wins,
Finally vowed to walk away from sorrow and shame
I strongly held a promise that I’ll never be the same.

I don’t need love’s wings to take me up so high
And show me a sham world across the treacherous sky,
The beauty of the rose is not what we should only detect
How its thorns can hurt you is what we must also reflect.

Else, if love won’t allow me to wear a genuine smile
I guess I won’t be deceived again to take an extra mile,
Sad to say, in whatever ways, I’ve had it memorized
So I won’t be left stunned again and strangely mesmerized.

Life will really take you to a battle you never expected
But it’s in your hands if you will let your heart be dissected,
No blame shall ever be put on me ‘cause I remain steadfast
It’s just a bitter principle, made strong enough to last.
Ceryn
Written by
Ceryn  32/F/PH
(32/F/PH)   
544
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems