er cross meaning of not giving up, happiness and how most people cant understand the words, emotions etc of others.
Posed by a candle
In utter reticence.
The darkness pushes at all sides,
But still it holds.
It burns brightly
Illuminating a crushing void.
The solid crystalline base,
Pure white,
Dripping waxy tears and forming streams.
Day in, day out
My candle burns deep,
A hollowed ditch,
Widening at each waning hour.
As I sleep my light is but a little stump,
Gasping to stay in my head,
And then it's gone.
I awaken crying and shaking,
A devilish nightmare.
Now all there was is gone,
And darkness roams.
I search for another light,
I feel so lost,
I run to despair and collapse under pressure and hate.
A door I find locked and barred,
I slide down and sit beside it,
Wondering what will make the time pass by.
Many try and fail to open my complex door,
Most forget that it's even there
Or don't wish to see it.
I'm still waiting for someone to open that door,
Maybe they will soon.
Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-10-25 at 17:08
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Light in Shadow
In my mind there is a thoughtPosed by a candle
In utter reticence.
The darkness pushes at all sides,
But still it holds.
It burns brightly
Illuminating a crushing void.
The solid crystalline base,
Pure white,
Dripping waxy tears and forming streams.
Day in, day out
My candle burns deep,
A hollowed ditch,
Widening at each waning hour.
As I sleep my light is but a little stump,
Gasping to stay in my head,
And then it's gone.
I awaken crying and shaking,
A devilish nightmare.
Now all there was is gone,
And darkness roams.
I search for another light,
I feel so lost,
I run to despair and collapse under pressure and hate.
A door I find locked and barred,
I slide down and sit beside it,
Wondering what will make the time pass by.
Many try and fail to open my complex door,
Most forget that it's even there
Or don't wish to see it.
I'm still waiting for someone to open that door,
Maybe they will soon.
Poetry by deathsdestiny
Read 476 times
Written on 2006-10-25 at 17:08
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