Mathew Lewis

Rookie - 0 Points (07 March 1987 / Cape Town)

(untitled) - Poem by Mathew Lewis

Suffer the pen
That has to write what I say,
Suffer the words
That have to serve my brain,
Suffer the light
Serving the dark
It seems unworthy
Of this task.
Wounds open and bleeding,
Made worse by the day,
Silence will eat me,
And relish my pain.
All of my deamons
Come back again,
These are the words
That I can not say.


Comments about (untitled) by Mathew Lewis

  • (7/31/2006 9:01:00 AM)


    Light serves many purposes, one of which is to direct the soul... I don't know if this is your voice here. Whoever might feel the dark this much, know that there are ways out. A pained, potent lament... (Report) Reply

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  • (5/10/2006 6:35:00 PM)


    be careful when you dwell in suffering, as others have told me since i came on here, there really is no end. best care, Sus (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006



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