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Ell Nov 2019
The Fear is being alive whilst you already feel Dead
No emotions empty thoughts going through my head
The smiles are gone and my heart feels broke
Days, week, months go past i am not the same bloke
The sun is shining but yet my world looks so Dark
I try to become the better me but i lost my spark
feel trapped into a box nobody around all Alone
I've got family and friends happiness and sadness but yet i have nowhere i can call home
Fear keeps you trapped all want is to be free
But the biggest Fear is me
Still learning
kain Nov 2019
Old times
Sting like
Fresh wounds
What would happen
If I cut until I bled
Then watched my life trickle out
A flood from within my veins
Staining my sheets
Ruining my bed
I really need to get off the internet.
Colm Nov 2019
Valleys, rivers, mountains wide
To great upends and depths of trenches which divide

No cloud nor star
Nor sun nor gleam
Or misting fog at last be seen

Neath rock and root
Or oceans wide
Or frozen tundra stretched outside

No warming feeling felt
Abides
Twixt valley, river, and mountainous wide

No distance compares or parts our minds
When you are standing here beside
When You Are By My Side

The mountains collapse at a slower rate
Àŧùl Nov 2019
I and you are Slaves of Time,
I must wait until you're mine.

Of time we are puny slaves,
You must wait until I'm yours.

Will you wait for me?
My HP Poem #1813
©Atul Kaushal
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