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Talking To The Sky
Cold is this Shadow hanging over me,
As Cold as its embrace is so lonely.
Every which way I look it's all I see,
Shadows cast upon the world, inside of me.
Empty is this vessel beating life through veins.
Foolish is my mind for thinking that could change.
I've searched the depths of me and found only this stain,
An ever-growing shadow finding pleasure in my pain.
-
Please, take me away, dear Night,
Cause I cant find inside of me the will to fight.
Take away the Pain, I cry,
I'm tired of pretending I'm not tired of this Life.
-
Constant are the headaches keeping me from needed sleep,
Pushing, pounding on my eyes relentlesly,
Causeing me to seek the Shadows, where I hate to be,
To seek out cures that ever turn out tragicly.
Hateful is my Heart towards that which I envy,
And towards myself for letting those things get to me,
I'm selfish, though I try so hard not to be.
Oh, how I wish, from all this, my Mind could just be free.
-
Please, take me away, dear Night,
Cause I cant find inside of me the will to fight.
Take away the Pain, I cry,
I'm tired of pretending I still want this fucking Life.
-
I push away my friends because I fear they may be fake,
Feeding my Souls loneliness with every breath I take.
And Cold is this Hell that, for myself, I make,
Cold as all those Hearts, to me, that I chose to forsake.
Tired is my weary Mind of this disdain,
This discontent with all the laughs and smiles that I feign,
For Hollow are the depths of me, save self-inflicted Pain.
Hollow is all I will be and only I'm to blame.
-
Please, take me away tonight,
Cause I cant find inside of me the will to fight.
Take away my Pain, I cry,
Cause I dont want it anymore, I'd rather die..
-
Cold is this Night, I quiver uncontrolably,
And as I cry out to the Sky I realize,
No one is listening, No one but me...
As Cold as its embrace is so lonely.
Every which way I look it's all I see,
Shadows cast upon the world, inside of me.
Empty is this vessel beating life through veins.
Foolish is my mind for thinking that could change.
I've searched the depths of me and found only this stain,
An ever-growing shadow finding pleasure in my pain.
-
Please, take me away, dear Night,
Cause I cant find inside of me the will to fight.
Take away the Pain, I cry,
I'm tired of pretending I'm not tired of this Life.
-
Constant are the headaches keeping me from needed sleep,
Pushing, pounding on my eyes relentlesly,
Causeing me to seek the Shadows, where I hate to be,
To seek out cures that ever turn out tragicly.
Hateful is my Heart towards that which I envy,
And towards myself for letting those things get to me,
I'm selfish, though I try so hard not to be.
Oh, how I wish, from all this, my Mind could just be free.
-
Please, take me away, dear Night,
Cause I cant find inside of me the will to fight.
Take away the Pain, I cry,
I'm tired of pretending I still want this fucking Life.
-
I push away my friends because I fear they may be fake,
Feeding my Souls loneliness with every breath I take.
And Cold is this Hell that, for myself, I make,
Cold as all those Hearts, to me, that I chose to forsake.
Tired is my weary Mind of this disdain,
This discontent with all the laughs and smiles that I feign,
For Hollow are the depths of me, save self-inflicted Pain.
Hollow is all I will be and only I'm to blame.
-
Please, take me away tonight,
Cause I cant find inside of me the will to fight.
Take away my Pain, I cry,
Cause I dont want it anymore, I'd rather die..
-
Cold is this Night, I quiver uncontrolably,
And as I cry out to the Sky I realize,
No one is listening, No one but me...
Published 6th Aug 2013
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7th Aug 2013 6:48pm
This reads with such an exhausted air. And so deep… as though you’ve reached out to fathoms, to voids, to moments of space that go on without end and tripped there, remaining on your knees because there is so little strength left in the will to pull your feet beneath you. But the trying, that’s evident too. The anger of just not being enough, fists pressed to the ground, face pulled into a snarl as everything you have is channeled to the simple action of rising, that’s more than felt as well.
This was such a vast piece. A glimpse of an inner struggle suspended above the heads of those you greet on a day-to-day bases.
This was sadly enchanting, Steven. Great job.
This was such a vast piece. A glimpse of an inner struggle suspended above the heads of those you greet on a day-to-day bases.
This was sadly enchanting, Steven. Great job.
7th Aug 2013 10:09pm
Thank you. I always enjoy reading your comments, the way you pull the poem apart piece by piece and analyze evey word and its purpose in the poem. This is one of my more personal ones that I just sat on for a while because I was unsure if I wanted to share or not, I'm still asking myself why I shared but I'm a little more at ease about it now that you've shared your thoughts on it. Thank you again. You are too kind to me with your words.
9th Aug 2013 00:33am
Not kind, honest. Your work requires it. Its too rich and raw not to give it the utmost truth.
The personal ones are always the hardest to post. But then sometimes it feels like we're passing the weight of it on to everyone else and it is so much easier to bare then. So I understand. But I'm glad you did share it. It was a great piece that touches that private place in people that is often hidden in shadows.
The personal ones are always the hardest to post. But then sometimes it feels like we're passing the weight of it on to everyone else and it is so much easier to bare then. So I understand. But I'm glad you did share it. It was a great piece that touches that private place in people that is often hidden in shadows.
