ShadowDawn

aRegretfulSerenity
2003-04-20 17:52:29 (UTC)

Phantom Promise: poem

A chair remains vacant again,
Pacing the floor, dwelling of Then.
A path that sleepless feet have worn,
Between Realities, a mind is torn.

A bed unused in four straight nights,
Take mindless wanders, alone in fright.
Waiting for Rest that never comes,
Dreams and hopes are slowly undone.

A path to Sanity, entwined in maze,
All vision and judgement smothered in haze.
Stumbling through your forsaken kingdom,
For the Phantom Promise of your mind's freedom.

Save this soul from tortured alone,
Still falling through a Shattered Unknown.
Grasping and reaching for Something to hold,
For someone to save it from the Cold.

But no hands reach out to save from Doom
A Hopeless Cause, who's fate still looms.
But what's this life with Them concern?
No Deference to help can they discern.

So they let this soul, this life, to fall,
Now Darkness upon this mind does maul.
Nothing is left worth caring for,
And the Cycle continues, forever more.


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