There are no roads, no where to go
i sit in silence, mind set on slow
No reason to move, there's nothing to do
much to get done, but life is all poo
Light is a rumor, i remember it once
darkness is now, i care not an ounce
Times that were good, behind a closed door
where is that key, lost there on the floor
Shrouded in darkness, cloth rough and coarse
pressure crushed heart, life never been worse
Like edge of knife, my life do shed
no want of life, do find me dead
No rainbow for me, remembrance not
nothing is left, what have i got
Who will miss me, can't think of one
once i am gone, all will be done
we got the same style rhyms and flows wow i like this poem: Shrouded in darkness, cloth rough and coarse pressure crushed heart, life never been worse just making a sense of words that give you the streagth
Not a happy time at all. I hope things have improved?
no rainbow, nothing is left, I like it. Please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I have visited your website Darlene, and think I understand the traumas you experienced as a child, to a degree. This poem, for a thirteen year old, is exceptional. I’m happy for you that you’ve found a lasting love, long may it continue.