Horizons

[InsertRealName]

was hanging out with a seriously really old friend of mine this week who gave me some of my old poems i wrote like 10 years ago. lol, seems like another lifetime ago.

here's one i still liked

Horizons

The wind of pain, bends branches low
And gives the cooling breath of sleep
A sadness calming the falling snow
A sadness that begins to weep

And when the tree's branches drop
From the weight of a draining sorrow
When it see's no end to pain,
No new horizon on the morrow

That is when it begins to cry
A mournful moan, a heartfelt sigh
But when the pain, makes you weep,
That is when, you must keep,

The image of tears, on the page of thought
The tears of blood, knowledge caught?
A bloodless cry, what was meant?
A loss so great, of painful intent.

The breath of loss, icy cold
A loss of breath, an icy sigh
The pain of loss, a hundredfold
A hundred pains, a way to die

- may 1995

[icey]

such morbid and saddening imagery.
drives the feeling of incredible sorrow home however.
i enjoy reading your works, i believe you could do so well with something a little more on the positive side too.
you just need to find the right inspiration for it.

[Ragga_Wh0re]

i bet you had hair when you wrote this!

[InsertRealName]

LOL!! ya i did.