The Void
Birds sing and children sing. Time passes by, as I wait here to die. This mortal flesh turns to dust. Enjoy life we must. But how can I? When I wish to end this suffering. All this pain that goes unseen. Laying beneath the stary sky. I sit and wonder, why? Why do I destroy everything I touch. I guess it is meant to be as such. Inside my own head, I am trapped. Stuck inside, with my emotions, I am wrapped. These thoughts and emotions, I try to avoid. But I am forever lost within the void.
This poem is about:
Me