Great Dark Lonliness

It's the great dark lonliness,
That allows me to see nothing but this.
Every ladder I climb I myself make fall,
Nothing matters,nothing at all.
After all my struggles and all my hell,
I hit so hard when I finally fell.
Out of all the chaos this anguish was born,
As much as I hate to say it my soul has been torn.
I'll write all my feelings upon my page,
Then I'll tear it into tiny little pieces and throw it away.
My sadness clings to my past overall,
But still crashes over me daily like a thousand waterfalls.
I'm held in slavery by my uncontrolled emotion,
Left longing for the days when I had none.
Wrapped within coils strangling my heart,
My secrets have sank deep into the dark.
Cacooned within my torn apart soul,
My fallacies are held inside me with nowhere else to go.
And as burning misery races through my mind,
The hurt within becomes my product of life.
It is the great dark lonliness,
That allows me to see nothing but this.





Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2006-12-04 at 07:49

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