This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lonely in the night and rain,My heart is lost in bare, cold dreamsThat slide beneath the rotting mulch,Never to be brought to life.Let the shadows sing in pain,Shuddering mists upon the moors;The year fades dark in drifting seasWhere serpents writhe in hidden caves.Paper flowers and candle starsBite the air in darkling smokeWher...
It has been one year to the day since you left us,You took your life and fled,You moved to somewhere better,I hope you're settled there instead.The people you left behind miss you,They shed a tear for you each day,Some aren't quite sure why you left them,But know for you that its better this way.But though I know it is a year,I cannot help but think,You serve to us as a reminder,To show how quickly time goes.You were the...
My year is a tornado.Spring is just a breeze as a new year begins. The breeze is cool and life is sweet. Tender.Summer is the warning sign. Winds are harsh. I see the approaching storm. Fatal. Autumn is the eye. It wrenches my life away, sucking love, hope and ambition into its bubbling gut. And winter. Winter is the aftermath. My world is ash. And I, I am the broken debris.
