Shadows in Darkness
Ghosts in the Night
Where is the breath of the wind?
The howl of the rain?
The world has gone Cold
The sun has withered away
The world gone Dark
Happiness and Love
Gone from Humanity
Individuals walk in silence
No voices to be heard
The dead are dominant
Demons grow stronger
The world now holds only fear
Where is our blessing?
There is No Hope
Nothing in the way of Murder
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Author:
NightShade (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2017 19:32
- Comment from author about the poem: I made this poem about two years ago. It was dark times, dark times. I almost lost my mind. So many people got murdered, nothing stopped the death. The world seemed to go completely Black. It was like everything around me was a fantasy. I could not hear the wind, or the rain. My world was in Darkness. On top of all my mental problems, death over-weighed me. With the new month is will be in 12 years of pain, suffering, cutting, and many other things. In my own mind There is No Hope.
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Comments2
Never believe in the loss of hope my friend, for if you don't try to look for it, it will never find you. You expressed yourself wonderfully here.
Hope is an odd thing. It's basically, impossible to loose. It's just something I've learned.
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