Posted: Jun 16, 2008, 3:51 PM CST
Hey, just joined up and figured what better way than to come on here. I'll throw out my most recent work to the wolves for (honest) criticism and opinions. Here we go :)
I sit alone now
Crimes of evenings past reside with me.
I feel a sense of loss that can only be true.
I recollect the pieces as I try to soldier on.
I wonder if my choices were made because of you.
I cry.
Facedown in a bitter-black dream.
Like a child, scolded and betrayed.
Filled with such a venomous dread.
I blame no one but myself anyway.
I am haunted.
I close my eyes and those demons come out.
I see your face in those brief moments.
Not of respite, but a more desperate pain.
I can't escape you or my pride.
I can't fight anymore.
So I feign indifference and strength.
I'm weak though. Dying inside.
I hope that His comfort comes soon.
So that maybe I will know that I wasn't wrong.
But part of me doesn't believe that.
So, honest opinions plz!