Hear the sound of crickets outside,
My heart aching like a twinge,
Forever in torment I am without your warmth.
The lamp post faintly glooms on a gloomy street.
Fist held firm as I cope in agony,
The leaves blowing so profusely,
Sparrows are singing me a song:
"Soul bleeds in sin and torment"
Night's dark streets keeps a mind sane,
Covered fields by a white blanket,
Stand out drops of blood I bled for you.
Let the rain wash it away as we're forgotten.
Hear me weep and shout your name:
"Where are you, Precious? We bleed the same!"
Darkened is my heart glooming,
Forever cold and faded.
I am only understood by ghosts,
They see my pain and speak:
"The strongest bleed out last"
Am I really the strongest?
Can you fucking see it,
I'd die and bleed harder for you.
Crows pick out pieces of my leftovers.
The lamp post faintly glooms on a gloomy street.
About the Creator
Matas
I am 19 years old, from Lithuania and I enjoy writing poems as a hobby. I have a discord in case you would like to contact me! (username: gingercat2005)
My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in BookClub
Comments (1)
Nice one