I walked the endless tides of time to find a way.A meaning without a name is hard to say. Many are the colors of the sea of eternity.Yet, through my eyes their the same color monstrosity. Darker than the color black, darker than the deepest ebony.I squint through my tears to see the colors of the sea.All I see is my own disharmony. When will I see the true colors of eternity?When will black turn to all?Can one's own voice make eternity answer the wearied call?Lost alone, deep in my own thoughts, so tired.I can't sleep,the darkness has me wired.In my eyes I only exist, I do not live.I sift my sordid thoughts through a corrupted sieve. Blinded by hate and sorrow, all I know is that I feel alone.Alone in this cage, trying to get out, trying to make the darkness all gone.One day this cage will fall away and I will once again see...The colors of eternity.
Thank you, Von, that means a lot coming from a fellow writer. I put a lot of thought into "Despair" because it's what a lot of people feel at some point in their life. The next poem is merely called "I Am" and it has a decidedly darker twist to it. A far cry from sadness and despair to be sure! I'm not the monster under your bed.I'm the devil that's in your head.I'm not the ghost that haunts your night.I'm the killer that pretends they're your knight.I'm not the creepy person that watches your child.I'm the darkness that makes your paranoia run wild.I'm not what you think, you're not what you know.I'm merely the audience and you are the show.
I'm not the monster under your bed.I'm the devil that's in your head.I'm not the ghost that haunts your night.I'm the killer that pretends they're your knight.I'm not the creepy person that watches your child.I'm the darkness that makes your paranoia run wild.I'm not what you think, you're not what you know.I'm merely the audience and you are the show.
