Saddness Personified Poem by nicki nation

Alone i sit here in this quiet silence.Where sometimes wretched bells ring.It's either silence or whistles screaming violence. It's broken me down in all of my dreams.
Drawn into its charming obscenity, I feel. Theres a deep longing. A sharp terrifying vision of a dream running forward and reverse and back again. I think it may be taking over me.
I once thought there was a meaning to what I've been put through. I reason for all of this anguish.. Maybe it was all created by this torched mind. Maybe from feeling so left behind. From feeling so left behind by you...