A tight room,
And a floor.
Not even a door.
Basking in darkness,
Ignoring the pain.
It’s been so long,
But I’m home again.
Shadows whisper to each other,
They call me their brother.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve been here,
Since I’ve let go of fear.
The doubts slip away
As I embrace the shade.
I let myself go,
And everything starts to fade.
December 13, 2012
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night turns to gray,day turns to ash.
The beast prowls among this empty place.
No man shall come here less he be consumed by the monsters claws.
The darkness calls my name, and the well shall be my resting place.
Such a cold place it shall be, where hearts rot and eyes lose their shine.
Such a horrible fate for a man such as me,but yet what worries lies therein after?
Society is a prison, empty men with empty hearts.
Woe is them,if only they but knew… such an empty place..
A sign with no sense of direction, ahead where the confused lie.
Eyes view the one who thinks differently as insane, oh how it hurts.
Minds filled with Venom, from the fangs of so called truth.
The glamour and glitz for how long will it please a man,for the sky will crack and show the infection it hid.
What do you consider normal?
For every man has a reality tunnel, but the wolves come out to play.
Quick to judge, but lack of similarity.
Does the judger see through the eyes of the condemned?
Oh, how unfair it is.
The scorned one walks all alone, with no place to call home.
The voices of the alike scorn him and tells him there is a place for him.
Woe is him Woe is him, in the pit of the abyss where others such as him will go.
But comfortable to see men to see men such as him.
The scorned one views love as evil, because the bucket is easy to spill.
Such a over used word, in a heartless world.
But yet, within him he cries for love.
The ghost of the “before” haunts him reminding him of the scars that appeared within him.
The dragon holds dominion upon the sheep, oh will when they wake up?
The whips of ignorance slice across the scorned one, and the bullets of the hateful writhe his inner reality.
He views himself as crazy upon the wolfs, but his hope holds a rope for him.
Watch Rome the second crumble upon its errors, will the truth touch them then?
Oh how awful it is to see the sun turn black and the beast reign among the dead.
Where naked woman dance, and bitter men cheat.
Let it be, that it will not change me.
Skulls reign among the machine,and the Octopus prospers.
For it gains the riches, and steals from the low.
The buildings of conformity, prey among the young to mold them into a mindless drone.
May they call me insane and lock me in the place of the well, but my eyes see the truth.
Who am I you ask?
Well im The Scorned One.
The poem is filled with symbols and meanings within it. I’m not gonna give the “full” interpretation of what everything means, only because I leave the reader to interpret it. What the basic summary of this poem is about society in general. Since I have different ideas and beliefs about society, that makes me feel all alone. – Eddie
September 28, 2011
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O heavy heart that aches with despair
Lost, despondent, and left to die
O the soul that concedes to the pain
Inside of me that yet abides
Where is the joy that this life was to bring?
Days I would escape memories of the forgotten?
Hope is gone and darkness to swallow me
Like grass that blankets the earth
Joy, a facade; a mask to hide the plights
Of unrelenting torment
Wondering in the dark
Nightmares transmute reality
The hand that is bitterness
Hold only misery and sorrow
Wielding its sword to fell
Every instrument of suffering
But, alas weary
I am, undone
Delores Collins: This poem was written by me in Jan 2007.
April 13, 2011
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Loneliness is an unwanted companion
A fire that never goes out
A black hole of nothingness
It is a room with no exits
no sounds,only Silence and darkness
Loneliness is like a disease
It slowly kills you in the inside
Slowly it devours you
Slowly decaying and rotting
to the core
A worn cage that enslaves you
A never ending maze
Darkness is all you see
An empty alley that leads to nowhere
Freedom seems out of reach
A tunnel that leads to oblivion
A sign saying,”Welcome to Nowhere”
Lost in a world that seems so alien
The streets in ruin and bare
Hope seems only like a folktale in this empty world
Darkness and pain is all you know
Life seems like a far away dream
Abandoned in darkness
No light to guide you
Death seems like the only solution
But you forgotten that you are already dead.
April 8, 2011
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Loneliness is a place,
a realm of nowhere.
It is a room with no exits,
Loneliness is a belief.
No one cares for me.
No one knows me.
What is wrong with me?
Why should I go on?
Why should I even try?
Loneliness is a siren
calling you sweetly,
Hearken to the call
and fall into oblivion.
Firmness and denial
the long road out to freedom.
I have heard that siren.
Heard the deceptive music.
Walked the paths of heartache.
Faced blissful oblivion
And I have fought that madness!
Stepped off the brink of darkness
and sought the way to freedom,
that lead out to light and love.
Copyright © 2011 by Athena C. Beauchamp