Best Pain Dark Poems
Tears, screams, pain, mixed with desperate pleas for help!
Fear fills the void in the heart. Regrets for what might; should have been ring continuously around an aching brain.
Now, living these things alone; locked away so no one can see.
Insane inside, surviving life on the outside! Always the right answer, always a smile. A shell; broken and hurting on the inside, dark and alone!
Frustrated, sad, and thrown away; no one to comfort, no one to understand. A life of misery, a life of pretend! Things no one should endure, things so dark and deep none would guess they wee there.
Screams fill the brain causing pain yet again. Tears fill the void in the heart cracked beyond repair! Those regrets never far away, no escape for locked inside this broken shell regrets live.
Smile and laugh for none can know the pain and teas that fall. You know just what to say; cover the fear for inside the insanity runs wild! Make no mistake, share with no one, and trust none! Pain and suffering is all you know. Life hurts and death is unknown.
Debbie Knapp
Searing pain rips through my chest,
As I slip on the painted green stairs,
Running from something I’m not sure
Too afraid to stop, to turn my head.
My heart races, my head throbbing,
If I could just take a deep breath,
To cleanse my soul and refresh,
Where is this dark building I’m in.
Lying in warmth I move my hand,
Red covers me, flowing down the steps,
A peaceful calm envelopes as I view
My Dad with open arms waiting for me.
He is standing now, out of his wheelchair,
Smiling with his crooked grin so sweet,
The pain ebbs and happiness grows
Then I wake again to the dark emptiness.
Written September 23, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest
“In Dreams”
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
We sit in the dark surrounded by confusion,
We start to think about this dark sorrowful life,
And we feebly face our sinful feelings,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
Our quivering bodies run away from themselves,
Trying to find somewhere to hide,
But sadness conceals all safety,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
Ashen, the world becomes,
The colors of joy are washed by our pessimism,
And dimness builds a cage of tears around us,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
Loneliness drenches the air we breathe,
We inhale the torment into ourselves,
Suffering between the lonely arms around us,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
We are broken pieces lying on the ground,
Feeling the pain seep through our veins,
We try to hold our last breath,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
We try to alleviate the pain we feel,
By bleeding ourselves into more agony,
Painfully, we will have to
Swallow the taste of resentment…
Poems request that I be authentic.
I am unsure my pen can take it.
I live life as an emotional sayer,
but should I now reveal each layer
my blood will spill upon this paper.
I have sought to give life tender smiles
while enduring heart wrenching trials.
I have glued events found fragile
into some matter I can handle.
I have not once run or pretended,
or taken pain and tried to bend it,
for one truth grew – my Father sent it.
To have peace, I must befriend it
or, God forgive, I must end it.
One small second is all powerful
and all it took to destroy all I knew.
It did not eclipse past tears lived thru,
but forever altered pain’s known hue.
Here I am, at the mid-century mark
searching out a new life for my heart.
Such desires are not easily caught.
The universe bruised, we constantly fought.
Life injures, it will hurt and blister.
Then there is joy, the sweetest kisser,
and for that I am still prompted on,
longing for fear-notes to leave my song.
Sadness revealed my spiritual soul,
took it thru hell to achieve its goal.
Each hurt is a small grain of my total pain,
so raw and brave behind my human name.
His pain was written through his rough and wretched hands,
He quivered and whispered a plead for mercy again.
"Why must this heart break, why must I lose?
This pain must leave me with no further adu!"
His road was rough, maybe more than one can bare;
that must explain his dark, demented flare.
A tormented genious, some might say.
what else can one do when their world is so gray?
For his Lost Lenore and Sweet Annabel Lee
He longs and mourns, like the willow weeps.
His words are always with us, in dark and light,
like the Tell Tale Heart beating, that cold night.
He ceased to breathe, leaving no traces
like The Raven flew away, into empty spaces.
"Nevermore, nevermore!" will his heart ache,
for he is now gone, nothing more to break.
Maybe in the dark shadows, we'll feel his words,
Ha! it's not all fantasy, perhaps he's NOT so absurd!
Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.
Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.
Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where do you go when your high knows no bounds?
Unfiltered needs not being met;
A fire put out before the gasoline burns off.
Passionate nights followed by cool seduction.
A waterfall of your essence coating my tongue.
Decisions made in a moment of yearning.
Your lack of understanding - my constant battle.
Why can't you listen instead of just hear?
I will free my enslaved exuberance,
since you can't be bothered.
Blow out the candle and climb into bed.
One of these days you'll get what you want.
And one of these days I'll learn that I won't.
To live ones life in a dark shadow,
Is like living where there is no other soul.
Being alone, frightened, upset,
Fearful of dying someday.
Living in pain and agony each day.
Pain, deep torturous pain that rips
Apart ones feelings and eats away at the heart.
Fearing the days that one has to live through.
Wondering will I wake up tomorrow morning
And live another day?
Or will I die peacefully in my sleep tonight?
Thank God for giving me another day-
Another chance.
I hate the devil for making my days
Torturous and dreadful.
I despise him for not letting me live my life.
I cry each night and day.
I look for a friend,
I look for a stranger,
No one is around.
No one but my feelings and the dark shadows
That haunt me day and night.
I deal with my pain every day,
But I have learned to deal with
What I have to go through,
And now I must go on knowing
There is no turning back.
Ripping down the walls that I have shadowed deep within my soul.
Maybe young in years but feeling all the days of old.
Still continuing my search for a small glimmer of light.
To guide this lonelly wanderer through the darkness of the night.
I slowly begin reaching out, only to feel the warming in the air.
I've been lost in this hour glass with little sand to spare.
Conscious of others around, but I only hear whispers in the wind.
Now not able to see, but only feel the fire from my sins.
As time passes the pain and fire make me weak as they grow intense.
Yet now it's so dark I feel closed in like a dog behind it's fence.
That's the deal for this sinner, it's always been the same old story.
Before I can reach out to heaven I have to feel the flame of this place called purgatory.
Life is this test I have to pass, and pay for the wrong I have done.
I can't escape my sins, it's like standing in front of the smoking gun.
Times i've been weak, body, mind, and soul.
Sometimes looking in the mirror I can see how I've aged before I've grown old.
My body falls and I curl up, just to hope to numb the pain.
Wishing I could be cooled by the waters of a dark cold rain.
My mind becomes lost, I know I can't take this anymore.
It shatters like glass from the slamming of so many doors.
I'll reach out one last time, searching for some help.
I know it's been a long time since i've been on my knees and knelt.
Please forgive me for all these sins, I know I committed and easily done.
I know there are so many I can't name them one by one.
Just like a sword falls, this place i'm in begins to fill with light.
Tears roll down my face, I wonder did I pass this test tonight.
The pain and fire disappear, slowly I begin to see a face.
So bright and warm I stand in awe as I feel this new loving embrace.
im so sad
i dont know what to do why is life so sad n dark
i hide in the dark
i like being in the dark
the pain of losing people
the pain of losing my family to my step mom she just took every thing away
i like darkness i feel pain
i hide my feeling
i feel like im on the edge of being gone 4 ever
i dont talk to any one i rather stay in my room in the dark
i want to cry every day i want to disaper
the darkness is taking over me
its taking me to a deep dark place i dont want to be
It’s dark and lonely in my mind the light I can not see
Sounds are getting fainter there is no one here with me
Tears flow heavy like a late afternoon rain shower
I can hold them back no longer; I just do not have the power
My heart grows weary of the pain I feel more everyday
Neither pills, nor therapy can take this pain away
My tissue box is empty I’ve thrown it on the floor
Even knowing that I have no energy to go and get some more
This feeling drains my body, my mind and all my soul
I wait and wonder will it end and once more I can feel whole
Away inside my mind I’m lock until I am released
Depression has a hold on me when will this torture cease
The pain I feel is not just mental, for on my body toll is taken
The dark cloud hangs above me and these feelings can not be shaken
Depression has a hold on me when will this torture cease?
Alone, inside my wounded mind
seeking answers I must find
the past, it rears its ugly head
to keep me filled with pain and dread
always wanting me to bleed
to fill a dark and vile need.
Too many years it's kept its hold
and left me lost in dark so cold.
In desperate tones I plead and pray
I beg it "please, just go away"!
Within my weary soul I grieve
fearing it may never leave.
I've fought so hard to be set free
from pain trapped deep inside of me
with no parole, sentenced for life
with pain that cuts with razor knife.
Still to this very day I fight
to kill the dark and keep the light.
Though tears flow from this womans eyes
it's still the little girl who cries.
Again, she sings the same sad song
feeling what she feels is wrong.
Always regretting to reveal
to the world the pain I feel.
As the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and months into years I wondered half-heartedly how so much time could pass me by. My life was a matter of simply getting through each moment. Existing but never living.
The days dragged on. Growing bleaker and bleaker with each passing moment. And, oh the nights how dark and lonely they always proved to be. Sheer exhaustion but never rest. Sleep was as foreign to me as the life I had one day known. The best I could have hoped for was to have collapsed into a heap.
The tears, how they streamed shamelessly down my cheeks. In the dark corner I sat trying to avoid the world. All alone. The pain unbearable. I couldn’t breathe. Only gasp between my sobs. Never-ending sadness moving in on me. Closing in until hysteria would come and take its place.
The pills. Oh, they helped for awhile. Eased the pain a little in the beginning but that didn’t last. So more doctors, more pills. Start taking this one and quit taking that. Stronger doses always called for though they never helped. Frustration added to the pain. Desperation finally took over.
Tonight’s the night. All alone. Making plans. Leaving notes. Will they forgive me? Will it matter if they don’t? Freedom on the other side of a bottle. A hot bath. A handful of these and another of those. It’s just a matter of time now. The tub is so relaxing. Growing sleepy. Now is the time. I have to let go. Eternity calls my name. No more pain. I am free.
All around the room closes in
I can't see him, but I know he is here
A gentle touch on my back
And he soothes my pain away.
All the maddness creeps slowly out of my soul
And eve though he does not say it much
I know deep down he love's me;
He needs and wants me even more.
I feel his lips upon mine,
His kiss sets me free,
And holds me close to his heart.
His soul is dark as the night is long
His heart shines like the moon
His compassion to love freely is what keeps me close,
An intrigue I long to know, but never will fully grasp.
That secret I long to hear,
but know deep inside would break my heart.
I yearn to please him,
See that smile I brought to his face
That was there two years before.
He is my mystery
And I have craved this pain to long.
Just to open myslef up to happiness that others will never know,
Just to bleed out all the bad,
And let my inner good shine.
He is my dark prince,
That sparkle in my eye.
To let it be nothing, or something
Would complicate both of our worlds!
The prison I was kept in was small, dark and wet
I didn’t know how I got there or how long I would stay
Yet I had a sense of comfort and felt I’d be okay
And didn’t have the courage to escape from it quite yet
I could hear voices around me in a language I did not know
The space was getting smaller with every passing day
My anxiety was reaching a crescendo to finally be on my way
And something innate inside me was urging me to go
Through a dark and narrow passage I started my way to squeeze
Screams of pain and anguish echoed through my head
Somehow I felt that my leaving to another’s pain had lead
As I continued through the tunnel; first my head and then my knees
A rush of cold air and bright lights made me release a cry of joy
Being helped now by others to pull me from my cell
Free to unbend and stretch and let out a healthy yell
As they handed me to my mother saying, “Congratulations, it’s a boy”
Black people don't do therapy
You'll be seen As a failure
They say we don't share out business with 'strangers'
But those 'strangers' are usually their children's saviours
They are like a safe place
Something their parents never gave them
A safe haven
See what these black parents don't realise
That if they don't start paying attention
To their children
They'll lose them forever
All because to them white validation
Is better than keeping their family together
Apparently they would rather give up their child to suicide
Than give up their pride