Post by long tail on Nov 22, 2007 21:22:08 GMT -5
Tis poem may sound emoish or gothic at the start but for those who disslike goths and emo's please keep reading it does have a message.
The flame of my soul flickers like that of a dieing candle, my heart was its fuel but now that it is empty I have nothing. The darkness is like a thick fog closing in on me my heart and soul almost extinguished from the smothering darkness and then out of the gloom a piercing light finds me, but who is it I have become so accustomed to the darkness that the light hurts my eyes, so that I can not see I am blind to the truth that the light brings, I have been living alone in an empty room for so long that I don’t know what to do to communicate with this person they feel like happiness, sorrow, pity and love all at the same time, but how is that possible. I can feel what was once empty in side me fill up as they reach out a hand to mine to help me out of the darkness that has over come my life.
I hear them speak in a heavenly voice but I can not understand what they say for my ears are closed to the lies that I have so often heard in the darkness. But that voice is like music that I have so often dreamed of my ears slowly open to them but still I can not under stand what they say. This feels like those dreams I have had but it seams so real, I can feel them I can hear them I just can not under stand what they are trying to say. And then like a river bursting through a dam it becomes clear my heart is full my soul blazes like the torches of old, I am a new I have been brought from the darkness into the light but the person who bought me out of the darkness has not stayed they have moved on. I miss the fulfilment they brought me the love that they showed me and that I showed them but where have they gone? Where are they now?
I have a second chance at life but now my heart is empty again but my soul is not fuelled by my heart any more it blazes on in memory of the person who brought me out of the darkness, let them live for ever in happiness and love, helping those who need it for they will never stay to long with those they help. They are the wanderer they are the Love that our generations need.
The flame of my soul flickers like that of a dieing candle, my heart was its fuel but now that it is empty I have nothing. The darkness is like a thick fog closing in on me my heart and soul almost extinguished from the smothering darkness and then out of the gloom a piercing light finds me, but who is it I have become so accustomed to the darkness that the light hurts my eyes, so that I can not see I am blind to the truth that the light brings, I have been living alone in an empty room for so long that I don’t know what to do to communicate with this person they feel like happiness, sorrow, pity and love all at the same time, but how is that possible. I can feel what was once empty in side me fill up as they reach out a hand to mine to help me out of the darkness that has over come my life.
I hear them speak in a heavenly voice but I can not understand what they say for my ears are closed to the lies that I have so often heard in the darkness. But that voice is like music that I have so often dreamed of my ears slowly open to them but still I can not under stand what they say. This feels like those dreams I have had but it seams so real, I can feel them I can hear them I just can not under stand what they are trying to say. And then like a river bursting through a dam it becomes clear my heart is full my soul blazes like the torches of old, I am a new I have been brought from the darkness into the light but the person who bought me out of the darkness has not stayed they have moved on. I miss the fulfilment they brought me the love that they showed me and that I showed them but where have they gone? Where are they now?
I have a second chance at life but now my heart is empty again but my soul is not fuelled by my heart any more it blazes on in memory of the person who brought me out of the darkness, let them live for ever in happiness and love, helping those who need it for they will never stay to long with those they help. They are the wanderer they are the Love that our generations need.
