Another find from the AZ storage unit...here are a few poems written during my freshman year of high school. It was a dark time. But don't worry. I'm still alive.
The Awaited Day
(Sept. 20, 1996)
How lonely is the soul
At the pit of my despair
How deep is the cut
And is it really there
Did it really happen
Or is it all just in my head
I expected them to cry with me
But they laughed at me instead
How many are the tears
That fall now from my eyes
How real is my revealing
How fake is my disguise
What do my eyes say now
The windows of my soul
They are guarded by the shield
That protects the empty hole
Who is next to break my heart
Am I again to be betrayed
Have I come back with too much faith
Will the price be something I can't pay?
How long have I been crying
And do I really suffer now?
How long before I laugh again
Have I really forgotten how?
They don't believe my tears are real
They see this as a stupid game
But I can see the end of my desperation
Death shall be my claim to fame...
Life is...
(Dec. 6, 1996)
Life is a joke that nobody gets
Life is death row without any lets
Life is a prison where no one is free
Life is a lock with a missing key
Life is a maze with no way out
Life is a troubled mind full of doubt
Life is a lie with no truth to tell
Life is a broken bird that just fell
Life is a tiger, starving to death
Life is two worst enemies just met
Life is a map with no north or south
Life is a witness that won't open her mouth
Life is a secret that nobody knows
Life is a dying, withered red rose
Life is a flower that loses its scent
Life is the words that you never meant
Life is a heart, breaking in two
Life is a killer, that killer is you
Life is a long, dark, endless night
It's all over now...turn off the light
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