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Author: Dragon Ladysupreme
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Tragedy - Published: 03-24-04 - Updated: 04-06-04 - id:1560093

A/N: Well you have had the chance to see day one. Now remember this is a three or four part poem. First comes the pain now comes the whole part of giving up on it all. I hope you enjoy despite the terrible mood. Cant say I’m still in that mood, but I was enough to put this all in.

Never Cry Again

I shall never cry again

For now my eyes are dry

Drier than a desert

in the warm month of July

I see now that friends are really fakes

None really want to be near me

I shall take away their burden

And release my soul from me

I am nothing but a vessel

Who has lost its contents

Without what has filled the jar

What purpose does it hold?

I am that empty jar

I have lost myself

Inside shall remain forever empty

Never

To be filled again

Why play such a game,

With my mind,

With my heart?

Was the truth not enough to bring me down,

You had to bring me up before cutting the bond?

Well you’ve had your fun.

Seen my tears.

Witnessed the pain that built up inside.

Did you get your kicks and have your fun?

Slowly dwindling down my strength by the day.

It wasn’t enough that my friends have betrayed.

My family had to always look away.

Convincing me more to hide my face.

Putting on that mask.

Looking stronger than I really am.

I tried my best to keep that wall strong.

You broke it when you all had your fun.

Then you’ve seen what I had become,

and laughed where I have so much been scorned.

Now I’m through of this, I’m done.

You’ve bled me dry,

Of my tears.

Not another drop will come from my eyes.

A broken soul

Is what I have become.

I built up the dam

You broke it.

I created me strength

You corrupted it.

That’s it,

I’m through.

No longer shall I feel anything again.

No more pain.

Though no joy as well.

An empty shell I have become.

You made me cry,

But no more.

I wont give you the pleasure.

I wont let you enjoy,

anything at my own expense.

So I have forsaken my feelings.

Forsaken my spirit.

Forsaken my life.

By,

Aya Shinomori



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