A poem for sorrow and death

"All that I ever wanted To understand my nightmares Possessed by my fears Betrayed by my pride Alone I wandered in the deepest dark Seeking comfort from the vanity Each time I escaped the real My soul died, died a bit more Confronting the evil within Praying for my angel to appear Agonized whisper into the emptiness Begging for salvation-salvation for this cursed mind Words without meaning Touch without feeling I do not recognize my own face Eyes that were once shining Now extinguished Left only a silent cold Sound of a tear falling down In the desperate hour of loneliness This shattered heart reaching for it's relief "

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Scartho Road Cemetery, Grimsby 18.11.2013 by Reynard_1884 on Flickr.

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Gravestone in Greyfriars Kirkyard graveyard in Edinburgh, Scotland. Personal photography © 2014

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Sunlight on a Frosty Day by [Duncan] on Flickr.

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