Be the one to catch the tears
For all these years of pain.
The world is a Master at it
And this will never go away.
Maybe someday
If the sun will come out
Everyone will see...
That the only reason I cry in pain
Is because that's just me...
Being me.
Behind these eyes
That tears spill lies
I will never sound...
Because the world has a way
Of making me lost
And I am never to be found.
It's funny what our youth does to us, isn't it? So much poetry comes from a dark place when we are young. I guess a lot of what I write is still quite dark but when I was young, it was the only way I could write; I didn't really have anything else to say. A tortured lot, we writers!
Great piece, Ren with a truly emotive end.
Take care,
Ben
I agree with what you say! I never had much else to say, either.
Sometimes I look back on my poems and think how I sounded like such a whiny, depressed kid...
Then I remember that writing use to be my only vice during rough times. Now I'm just thankful for age and the ability to turn those dark memories into learning experiences, helping me become a stronger individual.