In a land of black darkness am I lost
I want out of this land no matter the cost
I'm tired of tears burning down my face
Of the thoughts setting my heart to race
Thoughts of death, of peace at last
It's set in stone, the die is cast
The emptiness that eats me alive
Is buried way down deep inside
It sucks up my soul and spits it out
The pain of it makes me shout
On the wind my cries are blown
No one to hear, away they've flown
Still in my head the echoes ring
But of love and joy I'll never sing
For no heart is inside of me
Just a hole like you'll never see
With death I have a date ahead of me
A date from which I cannot flee
Not at all do I worry over my fate
Peace at last, I just can't wait
You reveal all out, we have life and life is to be ended anyway someday, like you me too...A chance of life we should thankful to God for this, we may live in emptiness but see this in new way, it is a space that we can still able to fill up....we got a choice and let make it best for all of us, our life...second to life minutes to craft history before hours gone but forever we will be remembered, your soul created for a mission, while in emptiness decorate the empty part with things that you like_Soul
lovely, great work. i like the gloom in this poem. i too hve some gloomy poems. I invite you to read my poems and comment
Wonderful to have your words for poem of the day, I read this 12 months ago and it moved me just as it has done again today. I thank you Tony and I wish you pure health and happiness.
Death is inevitable. Nice poem! Also congrats'! Well- deserved 'poem of the day! .
Death will come its own course and not be disturbed the mind in distressed thoughts. A great writing here.
For those of us who have no understanding of this darkness. I thank you. Hey congratulations on poem of the day 3rd year in a row. Cheers
For no heart is inside of me Just a hole like you'll never see Heart-less creature making poem with rhyme....I can't imagine, never will try to imagine even if in dream I get opportunity to stay my rest of days finally. The poet who doesn't want to love or to sing in joy.....yet composing poetry. So contrast sounds. Actually ...pain is the God to our senses....it proves again.
What a lovely piece of work, I enjoyed this poem enormously, I think it's a first class read, thanks for sharing it with us all. Steve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great work; yet never forget that one day you will find the light.