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[aid] => mick
[title] => The darkness
[time] => 2012-06-07 16:48:38
[hometext] => Here is anouther poem I wrote long ago. And please excuse the lack of meaning in the titles. I don't name them until the las minuet.
[bodytext] => I can feel the darkness in my heart. It spreads throughout my body with each beat. The warm feeling of happiness and joy is starting to be replaced by surges of heat and cold. The heat is from the burning rage that scars my soul for those who ha done this to me. The cold comes from the freezing remains of my mind that holds my misery and depression for those who I have lost. I am losing all sources of hope. The darkness never stops growing. It throbs with each breath of, air as if its telling me that every sign of my life increases its power. I want it to end, but every time I think of a happy thought or memory I wonder if I'd know that much joy and trust again. I can still remember every one of my friends who has helped me. They tried, they succeeded, and then they disappeared from my life afterward. Each one of their names, memories, and even their advice turned into a stitch of my cloak of despair after I realize that we will never meet again. It feels like this world and who ever controls it has made their message perfectly clear. They want me to live in this hell alone, and each friend that I make will eventually add to my torture, but they want me to have someone who cares about me. If I have someone who is willing to help me I have someone to live for, and they know it. They are forcing me to endure this pain until the darkness takes over my entire being. Then they will have my soul and body. Soon I will be their puppet, and lose everything that makes me who I am. Even now I can feel something fading. When the time comes all that will be left to do is close my eyes and wait for the next wave of pain until I belong to them.
Lhd100 , PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 1 poem for each one you submit. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 134 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lhd100 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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