Waiting (old poem)
Someone’s out there
Looking for me
There has to be
Even when it seems
A Higher power has it in for me
I’ll be patient
I can wait
For true happiness
I will wait
Darkest Hour of the Darkest Day
My most depressing poem. I often embellish to be more poetic, exaggerating emotions and such. This sadly is not exaggerated, not embellish.
Darkest Hour of the Darkest Day
Never could have seen
Or even imagined someone like you
Perhaps we could have been
All I ever wanted
I’ll never know now
Now forever haunted
Cursed now for life
Overcome by grief
Uncertain form this strife
Love lost once more
Damned to hell again
Because I loved you to the core
Every second pain
Determination faded
Everlasting shame
Eternity of this
Praying for an end
Even though I shall miss you
Regretting all the time I did spend
Nothing left
Oblivion
Lost purpose
I have nothing left
Forgotten by the way side
Eternally devastated
Can’t I just die!
Or is that too kindly an end?
Undone at my core
Left
Destroyed
But still living
Everlasting love turned into everlasting pain
Crushed and abandoned
Hell would be a relief
Efflorescence burned
Amaranthine torcher
Painful to live
Empty shell
Resigned to pain
Never ending pain
Of course this is my life
Pure love my bane
Over and over again
I’d think I’d learn
Not to light the fire
To let it consume and burn
Always the same
Never any different
You treated it like a game
My life is hell
Only one thing I’m sure of
Rejection of what I want
Everlasting love
I gave you everything
Forever and always
I have no reason to live
Continually in agony
All over
No point to life
To live like this is not life
Lost everything
Obviously I meant nothing
Voices said this would happen
Everything is not better this way
Hope gone like that
Even I should have known
Reliving this pain…Forever and always, eternally and everlasting, amaranthine
