It walks the darkness, away from the light, It's fiery black wings, Allows him the flight, to escape those of light It's thundery arm, flowing with Anguish, just like the diaries, who's pages were of, Pain and hate the wind flowed up through it, in the rage he felt at, those who forgot, and those who forget, what it is and used to be The earth under it, it twists and turns, as it's rage changes to sorrow, The sorrow he feels is beyond, like a night eternally without rain It's face unwarped by time or space, filled with knowledge,wisdom,emotion, it's face only shows one of these, the rage of betrayal,hurt and deceit As it walks it see's happiness, and runs towards it full of happiness, and yet chains bind it and pull it back, it bursts into rage and attacks the chains, with it's arsenal but its rage doesn't work the lightning,the fire,the air, the earth, mean nothing to it's binds to the darkness, it's way to happiness is not there anymore, and the binds release and it shows the sorrow, he harboured protected by rage... Now tell me is this a poem or my soul....
Definately wangst. Daxma , c'mon cheer up, kay? Not everything in life is in throurough need of contemplation. This poem was very nice, not the sweet kind though...but Adam, you must realize pain and fear do not last forever, and adly happyness also comes to a halt at some point, but in the end, it was happy while it lasted. Another thing, you're feeding your ego in an unhealthy way...I don't know if I am the correct person to say that to you. Adam, my little friend, think a little on this. In regards to this poem, I think this is wonderful...but don't close yourself from pain, as we accept it, it diludes away...
pain and sadness will always be there. theres a light at the end of your tunnel adam theres one for everybody but me. but great poem adam. a lot better than mine.
