Wandering and Weaping

dia_de_enero15's picture

I wander,

A broken sculpture,

Shattered and shaking.

I weap,

A weary soul,

Heavy and aching.

Days are nothing.

Nights are everything.

Nothing is fitfull dreaming and numb repitition.

Everything is torment and pain.

Wandering, weaping,

I cease to be.

My will has been broken,

I can not be freed...

***note! this doesn't neccessarily apply to my life, but rather my feelings
on the state of today's society.***

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ForeverEndedToday's picture

Wow i really liked this. I

Wow i really liked this. Its really good.

She said live young and leave a wake of beauty,
it's all I ever could have asked
should have asked from you,
and I wont forget to write you
when I get there soon
cause you'll be lying dead from dreaming (nightmares)

Hyacinthus's picture

Very

Very nicely written! Um though one little thing i would change is a little grammar mistake (sorry i'm anal like that) so yeah "can not" should be one word. But I love the poem!!! Very much!!!!

"Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes."
- The Iliad (bk. XX, l. 315), (Bryant's translation)