The MourningA Poem by Sabbath_NikoleThis is dedicated to my Grandpa, we love you, and my Grandma, life does go on.I dream of a face Imagine the whisper of a voice Calling to me Tempting me to follow Into darkness, Blackness What is this here for? This soul that can't feel anything But an ache, a pain The loss of half its other Disappeared To be lost among white lights And cotton candy clouds Sometimes I think No one can feel As lost as I Amongst a maze of hedges Of stars, of time My days pass with no real meaning No understanding So lost So does this soul wander? Where do I belong? You've tethered me down Safe to the ground But now I am adrift With no purpose and no meaning Why must I feel so small? Why must my eyes leak so? Betraying my strength Betraying my real thoughts These eyes betray my soul To look around and see nothing All the things that brought forth joy They seem to have lost all their fruit Seeming never to bear such sweetness without you What can I do? The mountains are so tall The seas too deep My mind so empty Why do your pictures seem to fade? Why must everything lose its' essence Its' feeling Its' touch I sit in the mirror Watching the world from afar Trapped in this day Automatic, nearly robotic With a kiss of cold metal Everything mechanical Feeling nothing Watching everyone close suffer Helpless to change I don't need to be here I see so much suffering Here without you There is no sunshine There is no life I am hollow inside Cold, cold as metal flesh Nothing can touch me Nothing can get in I can't see beyond This river's murky depth Cannot breathe For my tears begin to drown me Turning from all who have loved me Running from all the joy that could be I'm unable to see without you Unable to breathe without you I must learn to wake up again Learn to breathe again Must learn to live once more Must try to love once more
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Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorSabbath_NikoleSomewhere in, OHAboutI am a thinker, in some ways Im considered an adult. I have a passion for some things that could rival the suns heat. Im not just another face in the crowd. Im a sister to two, and a cousin and godmot.. more.. |

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