Best Lossdark Poems
There was no casket to be set into the earth.
Only memories were to be burried washed clean
by the bottles embrace.
Strangers do we part a vist to a familar cold place
by the oceans shore.
Words spoken never hurt when you understand
human nature.
The dark inwhich I only know.
A dark river flowing unto the sea.
Its broken current flow's with no true direction.
As children we start fresh only to loose the spark.
Dancing under a shroud of tenderness apon lifes
harsh stage.
Bitter souls reflect anger lost only tears of regret.
Me i just cast demons down in some twisted hope
I just might forget.
Sometimes you gotta realize when you crash through that glass
celling you only got to look forward to the floor.
The bottle now empty I cast into the dark waters
eternal bed.
Along with a memory I'll pretend to erase.
Distanse is only a thought away.
The road echos my lifes song.
Underground burried so deadly the truth
just as sweet as the lie.
Barbwire and daydreams plague my soul.
Like the bottle that sit's within the depths
of a water cast tomb.
I know strangers as friends.
Night as backdrop.
Farewell seems fitting as hello.
When the river has run dry
To whom will go?
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November has never been so cold;
Each breath I take hangs heavy in the air.
The sun shines a little less
And grey clouds loom menacingly above.
Leaves fall like rocks to the ground
And the trees cry in agony with the wind.
The earth spins slowly into the dark season;
I can feel its every rotation beneath my feet.
Birds line branches in silence,
For they have nothing to sing for.
The fauna of the wood lie down to weep
And the Earth falls into grieving.
Bright bird of divine creation
You chose to fly away too soon.
Harkening this season of dark regret;
The world can never be the same again.
We caged you too tightly little bird
So fly, fly away softly into the dark.
Light the path for us all, bright bird
To see you when Spring comes round again.
I sit in my dark blinded by life
Hearing butterfly wings, so free from strife
My desire to be released in liberty free
To flutter my days as they should be
For each and every day when I close my eyes
Hearing butterfly wings amidst my cries
To feel the strength to step through the door
As I recall when I did, many years before
I'm sitting in my dark blinded by life
Hearing butterfly wings, as I hold the knife
My desire to be released in liberty free
As my life slowly trickles in crimson spree
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