In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Imagining things I may be, but you Appear to be ignoring other eyes And gazing just at me, as if on cue; Your ancient gaze shreds my modern disguise
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Melancholy takes its hold on me And stops me from achieving peace of mind It blocks my sight so thus I cannot see It feels much like a chain I can't unbind
By ChampionElCid2 years ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My mind again is filled with much self-doubt Of what I can do, of what I can be I cannot simply push these bad thoughts out
The night sky is filled with light and wonder To look above and see its majesty It takes my fears and tears them asunder So, they cannot bring worry unto me
The light has all but vanished from this world Hopes and dreams are all but a distant thought Fear, despair, and hate are all that is heard
The evening star is full of mystery Never showing its true form but twice When not a glow it's often hard to see With brilliant light that shines brighter than ice
In deepest stone and darkest cave is found The rarest gems of true worth and beauty With colors bright and pure their shape is round
Why does it seem that love will elude me? Many years now no sweet girl to embrace I bear strong appearance to those that see
When all alone without a friend in sight. One thinks I'd weep and mourn this sad, dark, state. But in solitude, I find strength and might
Oh lowly youth, how far you now seem gone Now here I stand, the better part behind And forward look to days not half as long
