my poetry work!
PostPosted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 7:49 pm
Secret
I touch your hand I touch your face.
So lovely is this sensation.
I hear your voice but it sounds so hallow when it reaches my brain.
No emotion.
No feeling.
None of the hole of what I feel for you.
It's as if you exist but not here.
No one sees you.
No one feels you but I do.
Why dose no one see you but me?
And why is it that only in my deepest despair that you speak?
Only when I am in deepest depths of depression do we talk to each other.
Only in this pit of self-pity do we converse.
Is it that you are in my mind?
And I only see you with my minds eye?
Or are you even really there my secret lover?
one more step
One more step and I'll break.
One more step and I'll fall.
One more step and I'll die.
Yet I am compelled to take this step, this step of doom.
Why, o-why, why must I feel that I must take this step?
If I take this one stride I will fall.
Fall from all existence.
Fall from all knowledge and thought.
I will be no more.
But yet I am compelled to take this stride of doom.
Let me stay
Let me stay here in my mind where only my own demons lie.
Out there in the world they all attack me every ones monsters
committing caricature assassination to me.
So I say let me lie here and stay away.
Let me lie here in my own world of inner torment and suffering.
In my world of closet monsters of all are childhoods.
Because I know that here in my own little world all I have to blame is me.
I touch your hand I touch your face.
So lovely is this sensation.
I hear your voice but it sounds so hallow when it reaches my brain.
No emotion.
No feeling.
None of the hole of what I feel for you.
It's as if you exist but not here.
No one sees you.
No one feels you but I do.
Why dose no one see you but me?
And why is it that only in my deepest despair that you speak?
Only when I am in deepest depths of depression do we talk to each other.
Only in this pit of self-pity do we converse.
Is it that you are in my mind?
And I only see you with my minds eye?
Or are you even really there my secret lover?
one more step
One more step and I'll break.
One more step and I'll fall.
One more step and I'll die.
Yet I am compelled to take this step, this step of doom.
Why, o-why, why must I feel that I must take this step?
If I take this one stride I will fall.
Fall from all existence.
Fall from all knowledge and thought.
I will be no more.
But yet I am compelled to take this stride of doom.
Let me stay
Let me stay here in my mind where only my own demons lie.
Out there in the world they all attack me every ones monsters
committing caricature assassination to me.
So I say let me lie here and stay away.
Let me lie here in my own world of inner torment and suffering.
In my world of closet monsters of all are childhoods.
Because I know that here in my own little world all I have to blame is me.