Soren Valentine

The Lonely Thespian

This darkness comes over me,
assaulting with stark reality,
like a tree in the field
alone and stripped of its shield.

When the rain clouds have left,
I was a victim of a theft,
forced to be part of a thespian,
playing out my retrogression.

I'm forced to watch myself,
he's forced to burden himself,
a broken lock holds back my violence,
as I cause only silence.

I sit by the river,
and I start to shiver,
contemplating my mistakes,
wishing from reality to awake.

My mind cannot focus,
my heart, eaten by locusts,
my mind feels so alone,
my heart like dust has been blown.

Love for me is naught,
the lady with death's water is fraught,
my friends want to kill me,
fear and distrust have become a sea.

Why is my world full of hate?
Has this been the work of fate?
My failure makes me tremble and shake,
how can everybody be so fake?

This loneliness is my dark cave,
maybe death will make me brave.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 5, 2012

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