Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.223.109.25

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

This is my sorrow, my voiceless sorrow.
A damnable mourning to my vulnerability.
A suffering of the heart, captive of thresholds the sins I watch.
Speak truth to soul, will of passion turns vexation.

The river, the hands of gods desires.
The holder that stained my youth.
Forever fettered in this cycled perpetuity of time.
My life degrades as my life wilt with the blooming of the flowers.

I cannot speak, my soul un-liberated from doing.
My blood, speaking nothing but masquerade of myself.
Ah, sweet oh hollowed death.
Help my soul relinquish the past, a forever guilty love,
Rekindle my heart of misfortunate hate.

Oh wish, soaring pass the present.
Weekly climb feebly spirit, eyes muddled in mud.
Murky waters in the soft graveyard, embracing darkness.
Bleeding blood in rippling dreams, tenacious will to see.

The hymns of melodies, the Devils utter fantasies.
Reap my soul of disgruntled life.
The pleads reached out to nothing, my questions satiated nothing.
My answers filled my heart with void of ever returning darkness.

There I see lay myself, blind and baptized in sins.
Grieving with sorrow with no comfort of mind.
Tortured by this ever-withering blighting time.
This is my sorrow, my voiceless sorrow.
Why would the heavens give me silence to eat?
I’ve fooled myself to think that God will help.
I’ve fooled my heart to think I would depend on someone else.
I’ve fooled my life to think that im not alone in this world.
I’ve fooled the one I love, the heavens to act as the audience, and I as the clown in this damnable world.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required