"Untitled"
Darkness surrounds me
Forever I do not see
Will I always feel pain
Will I always be in the rain
Will this storm ever end
Will my heart ever mend
Why is pain love
Where is my white dove
Always I am dead inside
My soul will not survive
In this fall I am taking
Pain the only thing I am making
My own fire I will burn
My own hell will return
In love I will never be
The haunting past I will always see
The love of past
I could not make last
VirtuousVal0812 commented on "Untitled"
04-01-2013
che234 commented on "Untitled"
07-23-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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