Resting upon an iced stone floor
So cold, alone, abysmal gray
I gaze upon unopened doors
And hope to be caught, yet again
For lost amond the graves, I am
Insistent on finding what no one finds
A question for answers I have held
A reason behind breathing lies
What's lost is found, then gone again
Lost in winds of uncertainty
Echoes of sins, evermore haunting
Ghosts of forming life, unfading
Inserting truth where none prevails
Creating morals to save ourselves
Inventing ways to distract the senses
And avoid the void that holds us, still
Life of pain, we seek to evade
So comfort-filled, our lives unlined
I'll lie here, in sweet solitude
And keep dreaming in silent death
Author notes
I wrote this while I was "losing my mind" last week.
What do you think?
Comments
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Ta-da! Told you I'd comment on your poems! Sorry I haven't been reading recently, my mind can't handle a lot of things at the moment.
Anyway, as for the poem, I loved it. It's nice to see you do something other than rhyme for a change.
It was very emotional and sad. The first stanza was definately my favourite. You did a great job on this one Cody! Keep it up.
Take care
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Outstanding...
Inspite of insanity this poem is outstanding. You used elaborate diction and a unforced flow. I love this piece. This first stanza is my personal. This poem speaks of despair and deep emotion. You did a fantastic job, by the way how are you? I have not talked to you in a while...
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