A Sad Truth - Poem by Aaron Richard
I used to love dreams,
Especially when I was flying,
And now it seems,
That I am always dying.
Within me lies a place of unimaginable sorrow,
Blood and pain are all the things I can see.
I feel so guilty and hollow,
I wonder when I could break away and feel free.
And now I've come so far,
There is no pain but only loss,
The wound has slowly healed leaving a scar,
There is no peace, only chaos.
I know from where I am standing,
There is no one here but me,
I felt this from the beginning,
The cold aura of being lonely.
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