Agiel

Endless lake

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

Comments2

  • Trenz Pruca

    I enjoyed your poem a lot.

    • Agiel

      Thank you.

    • jarcher54

      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.

      • Agiel

        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.

        • jarcher54

          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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