The Joyfulness Of Dis-Pare Poem by Lexie Mulkey

Am I alone in this world full of doubt, destruction, and no life?
The pity it is since you're not here.

The only thing one can do when their alone in the world of sorrow,
-RUN-
I shall speed far away from the depths of my dis-pare.
Hoping it won't catch up.

Some call me crazy because I scream at the madness, called my soul.
The voices keep slamming on one after the other
as if they're in a waiting line.
Guilt gets heavier
The grieve won't come to an end........

The voices get louder
To where the song of my happiness
Of My love
Of my joy
The song of me is just a whisper against the wind.

The evil arises; it all becomes one abyss.
They yell at me, it screams all my wrong.
I scream.
I cry out for the love that once was there.
Can't that abyss see that I am a immortal
No perfection comes from me.

The evil lingers around
Like fog on Christmas night.
O' why must you take me down?
Why does it bring you joy to see me fall flat on my face
To see me cry
To see me suffer
Will you never be satisfied with the work you've already done.

You, my darkness, my abyss, take your final blow.
The evil unravels
The darkness comes with a smirk; knowing he has won.

The Devil is a lie, he is a darn fool.
For I am still standing
I let faith run this course
It is after all the only way.
The way maybe hard, but I shall stay joyful through all my dis-pare.