Alone

by Amadeous   Jun 20, 2013


Sadness surrounds...

The unruly compound in which my heart is abound

The feeling is profound...One that's renowned
and truly cruel, as I sit alone my breath is the only sound

Residue on my mind from when you were around...

Enshrined and entwined with dark thoughts not far behind

The feeling is defined by waking up in bed alone, a shaved head, long stares, and a lawn that's overgrown

There's not a needle in the world that could fix these tears, not a prayer in a million that could give me those years back

My heart is black...hard as a rock

No blood in my veins, its all Amber Bock

The feeling is a desolation of my decimating isolation
And one that you catch every heartbreaks rotation
The sensation of stagnation post elation
You did it again
There ya go
Standing ovation

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  • 11 years ago

    by Owner of an Untamed Heart

    Tis beautiful. The beginning sucked me in like a black hole, surrounding me with wonder and darkness from start to finish, then spitting me out completely amazed. I love it. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Blood of a Lion

    Sadness surrounds...

    This** unruly compound in which my heart is bound**

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    Just remember these are only changes I would make but you don't have to use them :) You do a great job at starting off your works it seems like, dark and yet not so dark.
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    The feeling is profound...

    *One that's renowned and truly cruel,

    As I sit alone my breath is the only sound

    Residue on my mind from when you were around...

    Enshrined and entwined with dark thoughts not far behind

    ----
    Again the only edits I can find are sentence structure so the thought flows across more smoothly, but beyond that this has some very awesome imagery.
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    The feeling is defined by waking up in bed alone,

    a shaved head, long stares, and a lawn that's overgrown* ((line was too long)

    There's not a needle in the world that could fix these tears,

    not a prayer in a million that could give me those years back* ((line was too long)

    My heart is black, and hard as a rock**

    No blood in my veins, its all Amber Bock

    The feeling is a desolation of my decimating isolation
    And one that you catch every heartbreaks rotation
    The sensation of stagnation post elation
    You did it again
    There ya go
    Standing ovation

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    I'm not quite sure how much editing you want me to do with the lines, so I'll just review x)

    Very nice lines and imagery, it really flows like a wave if that is such a thing... But you did a great job at it. Keep going! 5/5