 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 16:27:00 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 119865
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Wasteland
[time] => 2006-05-11 14:23:30
[hometext] => I just found my old poem book from high shcool, and found a poem the pretty much tells my life story thus far
[bodytext] => Wasteland I see the barren wasteland of reality Wondering through this life aimlessly All alone, nothing but death around me The cawing of the vultures the only sound Wondering with no place to go My life seems meaningless For being alone in strange place No where to turn, no where to run Blind from the truth around me Screaming into nothingness No lights to guide me I sat and pondered my life A knife appeared in my hand So close it came to a vein My life I would take Loneliness is driving me insane One person stopped by She was there to help Asking for assistance No she answered to my face Gone she was from that place The knife still near the vein Loneliness is so overwhelming In a wasteland I sit Knife poised to strike Ponder if I’ll find the light A shudder of fear courses through my veins Forcing myself to rise Knife being sheathed on my side Wondering through the wasteland of reality A light flickers on the horizon Running towards this beacon I hope to be out of here, to so see a new reality The light does grow brighter in my eyes And the wasteland becomes a blinding white Running into this new reality There I stop For the light has gone Passed from this place Loneliness becoming my companion Overflowing with dread I did sit Feeling that knife within its sheath Life was just moment A moment in time For all time is spent in a dreadful place No more meaning is left in mine eyes Yet I always still rise In reality this is A wasteland I doth call it And endless waltz it has become I stand before a great rift I feel my body start to drift Dank air fills my lungs Feeling like I’ve just been hung I stared into nothingness A void of eternal loneliness Into a ball I did go Tears of pain and sorrow did flow A river did I create For inside I did feel hate Drowning in the river of your create Put in this wasteland by your hate My life was truly raped Again I walk amongst the dead black trees Stumble over all the debris This is a wasteland, my reality I’ve tried to leave, but have failed Your words always hit like a great gale A continuous gloom of grey clouds And tears of blood do rain down My life I want to take To be gone from this place But reality does hit hard It never leaves its card I can only guess With never a time to rest Wondering this wasteland The wasteland of my reality Like before I have tried Close again, but it died An illusion I have made Again this illusion did raid Others I did find And they didn’t mind Invited I was to leave Now I see a reprieve The waltz was nearing its end But it just started back up again The reprieve I wanted to take To be gone from this dreadful place Running to be gone I’ve been in this wasteland to long Never did I stop Trudging through this rot My feet blister and bleed Pain becoming my only reprieve Alone with my companion Over my shoulder pushing me deeper Deeper into this canyon Lower I do feel Always doth I reel This pain is so great Yet you continue to rape What I fear has come true Doing things I don’t want to do With that knife by my side It comes out of its hide Slowly I doth drew it In my hand it doth fit Across my chest it did go Letting my red blood flow Pain is thine reprieve Now I truly bleed I was pushed back into mine hole Never can I go I’m stuck in this wasteland By your undying hate I sense deep within my soul A longing for a goal Wanting someone to hold me Never to let go of me Yet there she is right in front of me All she does is just mock me She has been in this wasteland Only she has escaped So my feelings are doth raped Surrounded by a thick mist I sat and slit my wrist Slowly my blood dripped Past a deep rip I leaned back on a dead tree Feeling my life leave But there it stopped My blood no longer ran free The cut on my arm No longer did me harm Then I arose And saw a black rose I picked it from its nest Then laid and took a rest My eyes finally opened My heart was truly hopen But that wasteland was still here I could feel the icy hand of death was still near The tears still rained from eyes I am stuck in these constant lies The wasteland is hell I do not want to dwell Across this dead land I never received your love Biting the head if the dove Tasting the blood within my mouth Alls I did was shout WHY! WHY! Why am I here No longer can I fear Soaked by the tears that I cry I can only sigh Stuck in my wasteland From life I have been banned Why cant I stand I want to be gone from this land Time no longer stays As days never end, but are one The pain and loneliness never leaving Life lost all meaning A shadowy figure appeared in the mist She came over and had a sit Her dark arms embraced me My world began to spin Was it time for life to begin Those dark arms held me close Her body moved into mine My heart filled with love For her my life was I saw the beauty of reality Than shattered as she shared her body Illusion of hope I still clung Arms wrapped tightly around her dark waist She was my savior, or so I thought She was my savior, so I believed But alls I was, was blinded from the wasteland Tainted by my false love A great understanding of life, I’ve begun Now freely I move around this place With her by my side, hand in hand Side by Side, whilst sharing her body with others Blinded by my own mind I could not see Chained me, restrained, hurt me, repressed me Why am I being so dumb She is not the one I know for her I should be done I let go of her dark hand and now I can see the wasteland Broken by the chance, what’s left for me New tears find my eyes As does that knife by my side All hope has been broken Why have I been so forsaken The pain in my heart becomes to much to bare I want to cut out my heart to stop the hurting Why has my life been so raped Lord why did you give me this create [comments] => 2 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 31 [informant] => spyndl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com