This darkness is driving me to madness,
Its burning away what is left of my soul.
Leaving charred, cold ashes in its wake.
I sit here wishing for my life to change,
Wishing it was different.
I search through the ashes,
Rummaging through broken, shattered pieces,
I see bits of happiness and glee that was stolen from me,
All I have left are the dreams of what could have been,
But will not be,
I have anger, bitterness, and pain,
Not the love, hope, and joy that I need.
I see pieces of shattered dreams, a broken mind, a beaten and battered soul.
I see unfortunate remnants of a life once lived,
That now is burned by flames of betrayal and rage.
What once was pure and true
Is now nothing but a trail of Ashes
Leading to the girl standing before you
Baring her soul...
wow, strong words and strong poetry... good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is real poetry.