Sniveling into my already soaked hair
Scoffing at my imposing reflection
Cannot seem to stop from collapsing
As I give into my reflected despairing eyes.
Weeping, my childhood pastime
Now seems reluctantly comforting
To my aching head
Battered from sleepless nights.
Yielding to remembered needs
Giving into unnatural hope
Praying to the lord almighty
Hoping to keep faith.
Sitting, waiting in sleepiness
Gradually, finally remembered
Coldness never is far away
As I glide into happier memories.
Happy for what remains in time
In my peaceful dwellings
Sitting down to write of a memory
From remains of my broken life.
Too complicate is this world
By living a lie
Defending the truth
Battered and ashamed.
Crying in despair
Last hope in the world
Why can no one understand?
That our world is coming to an end.
Despairing inside
To a forgotten beat
Of a dead heart
Never shall it be relieved.
Silent prays are said
To cheer up religious spirits
Now we sit and wait
Never will I depart without good-bye.
To pray for forgiveness
So to hear the sound
Of the next day
Come to a beginning.
Defining the sunrise
In its early set
Maybe one far away day
Life will be peaceful
And maybe one far away day
Everyone shall be happy.
But those maybes have eternity
To become real to our dying world
Just as I was, once upon a time
That now is only a story of
Your now active imagination.
PLease comment on this poem, I would like to know what you all think and see if I need to improve.
