Hell awaits me ahead, and also chases from behind
Memories of my past trail behind like a cloud of smoke
Choking out any light from those I pass
I lay here in my bed, dark thoughts echoing through my mind
Surely everyone can see my life is only a joke
Why do I even try? I smile, alas.....
My life is wasted on frivolity and gluttony
And I see nothing but emptiness and cold pageantry
Welcome is the dark embrace of the past
Cold and sharp, it encroaches on my very soul
Guiding me down the path to my eventual
Hatred of myself and all I've come to know
Only now I see, I was part of the show
My own designs keeping me in tow
And my emotions ruling from the shadows
I never knew the darkness in my own heart
Was guiding me to my demise from the start
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I Cried
I cried.I cried at the tears they shed.I cried at the lost love in their lives.I cried at their memories shared in sorrow and remorse;At their laughter born in pain; at their joy born in sadness.I cried at all of these things, not for any loss I suffered, nor any shared experience.I cried because I was outside, watching it all from the outside, wishing, yet oblivious what inside felt like.I cried for never knowing what it truly felt like to cry, to love, or to live.I cried.
By Ryan Miller6 years ago in Poets
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