Rahsash Geldich Posted January 9, 2002 Report Share Posted January 9, 2002 I fear my heart shall never feel again My soul is all alone within. Art without color, this I do Live without feeling? This too. My mind pulls and scrambels At my heart with Briars and Brambels Trying to get it to pulse once more. Its a place where no waves hit the shore. How in the world did I get this way? Fearing? Hating? The brand new day Now unwelcomed, passes without notice From my rest deprived subconcious. Truths hidden, lies said, wall up first For safety, but I fear the worst Is yet to come and they are too weak Or am I just afraid to speak? Either way, I now feel nothing, a shock Of too many boats entering the dock Leaving me empty, inside a glass box At which thrown are rocks. They dent the surface, but cannot Get in. Will I ever again have a shot Of feeling again? The future looks grim I'm standing on the worlds outer rim. One foot in fact, the other in fancy I don't Want to go to either side. More like I won't Without feeling, my heart runs on lore. Fantasy books, all of love and war. Yet nothing stirs the rock of my heart. Perhaps it has been ripped too far apart By too many people. I can't go on this way Fighting my way through empty day after day. I fear my heart shall never feel again My soul is all alone within. Art without color, this I do Live without feeling? This too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gyrfalcon Posted January 11, 2002 Report Share Posted January 11, 2002 *Gyrfalcon applauds* Very nice poetry, it flows very smoothly in most places for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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