My heart that is shut
my soul that is closed
I live in this darkness
within my soul
I have no feeling
I have no fear
learning so much from love
or the hate that is near
with the feeling of lost
and no direction strait
I am at an end
that is only hate
she meant so much
but when lost again
I felt only something
that no man can
a feeling of love
that I felt no more
has released itself on me
to tear at every hole
so now I am empty
like a used vessel done
I have only one thing
which is but none
3 comments:
wouldn't call writing poems a bad habit. ~ that is sad. it sounds soooo......gosh, whats the word? it's good, the way it's put together, but its so...full of despair almost. a/w. ~ um. if i may point out one thing? on the last stanza or whatever you call it, it says
'so now i am empty
like a used vessal done
I have only one thing
which is but none'
vessel is usually spelled with an E. ~ what do you mean exactly by that?
Sorry, that was a typo. It is supposed to be vessel. I will change that. Thanks.
By vessel I mean that, well, what it means, empty item that held something that now it doesn't hold anything but one object. It is hard to describe what I mean. Mabye I am not in the best frame of mind to describe what I mean.
Be Random,
Darkside
okay. yw. see ya in 5 days!!
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