I Write Dark Poetry

The silent stillness of the hot summer air,
The haunting mind and pent up emotion often becomes too much to bare,
I swear, I dare to say life can be very unfair and filled with lonely hearts which tear, left to their own self-pity and despair,

The summer heat burns the skin and reminds the mind of pain,
Pain that never wains, but one doesn't have the courage to ever complain,
The shame is much too hard to try and ever explain,

A life which has gone off course, stuck in endless regret and remorse,
Unable to ride freely, just wanting to take it all and give it a long toss,

Fling the memories and tears into the ocean along with all the fears,
Wash away the pain which one never quite knew how to steer,
Left with nothing but loneliness which haunts and sheers, a heart taken down by the sharpest of spears,

Ripping apart the individual from one's very soul,
The one who no longer fights to have a role, just battered by time which has taken its toll,

One eventually gets old, one who was never really that bold,
Just left to watching the shadows upon one's wall, for this old soul has now been taken away and finally been sold,

Sold to a life of complete solitude and isolation,
Desolation which needs no further interpretation or explanation......