My past is a Chamber where dead dreams dwell
The floor is a void where my hopes have fell
The air's a miasma the walls can't expel
And the roof is a light that exposes my Hell
I step inside to remember the pain
Breath in the fumes that have made me insane
Let it dissolve all the cells in my brain
And pace on the void where we both had lain
Behind this door I dismantle my Hopes
And away from the world I'm cutting the Ropes
In my personal space where I'm learning to crawl
I can hide from your face, I can hide from it all
I confide and replace all the reasons I fall
I decide to erase the Hope that I call
This is the evil that lives in my heart
It feeds the Demons that R.I.P me apart
This is the life I have crafted from ash
From the burning of wood or pieces of trash
Which ever the case, this Chamber will thrive
through time and through space, This Vault will survive
Through dark and through light, This Shadow's alive
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Author:
DyingDreams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My first I have posted to this Site. But not, by a long shot, my first poem.
- Category: Sad
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Welcome to the site DD!
Yes, your first poem here shows that you have been writing maybe for a long time. Love the subject, the words, the imagery, and the rhyming.
WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first poem. Very elegantly written pulsating with Rhyme & Rhythm but with a sad subject ~ but one we can (to some extent) share if we have known the "Agony & Ecstasy of Love ". I love your positive attitude in the last stanza ~ Thinking of you ~ Brian (UK)
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