A Painful Reason
I stand still, pausing only to realize the world does not
I fall and weep, yet the sun sets and the moon rises
The flowers bloom and whither away just as the peak in beauty
Man ceases to be and dust only remains with his bones
I close my eyes only to pretend I am someone or something
Awaking only to realities that haunt my wrongful past
Mistakes were made, some scared me to the depth of my soul
As if I walk in no direction nor without purpose
Will not the heavens open and cry rain one me
Least the tounges of those whom hate me slap my dreams
Only my shadow hears my silent tears, raw emotions that fade
As our hearts scream, we silence out spirit and stand still
Many point at us only to cover their wrongs from the light
Nothing can hide in the dark when the light is present
I love without being loved, I write to an absent soul
I hear her voice every now and then yet it no longer shakes me
What happend to the fire I ask, only to never know an answer
Is my life to be but a painful image of the unknown
Only when I die I will know this painful reason
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2013
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