Pain flows through me
Like waters upon stone
On an endless lake
Of winter and bone
Pieces of my soul
Fade from within
Fighting a battle
Impossible to win
Loneliness and ache
Glass sharp tears
Reaping my soul
Feeding my fears
Embracing the night
Closing my eyes
Writing on pages
My lonely cries
Losing the self
Succumbing to despair
The night threatening
A life unfair
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Author:
Agiel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Speaks for itself.
- Category: Reflection
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I enjoyed your poem a lot.
Thank you.
Many of the poems on MPS reflect despair, sorrow, loneliness, and pain. They do it so poignantly they are clearly based on experience or close observation. They also comment on how writing or creating have a role in dealing with those emotions. Few do it as succinctly and lovely as you have in this poem.
Thank you for your lovely comment. MPS, to me, is a place where I can share my most intimate thoughts, desires and emotions through art. Your comment reminds me of why I started sharing them in the first place, so thank you.
Yes, I noticed that MPS is somewhere between the reckless anonymity of spaces like the comments at the end of a news story with their catty comebacks and name-calling, and the hyper-familiarity and constant exposure of something like Facebook. It feels safe and supportive but honest.
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