Dark Heart

An old friend said this piece was worth something. I'm still not sure what he sees in it.

The hollow room provides no comfort
Just a sly reminder of how it all can be
Alone but with thoughts of a sort
Of how cruel all and every little thing can be

The sun comes out, it remains dark
The day goes on as the night stays here
Filling up the empty space in thy heart
With it's remorse and fear

Can they feel shame
Does anyone have a choice
But to be the ones to blame
And live and die without a voice

The strumming pattern of a song
Soothes away the feeling
Of a torment never gone
Of a life worth stealing

Can I reach out to one
And ask for the pain to be a loss
Will someone
Just stop and pause

Can you feel it
Now that you've been here
To take away this sick
To keep away the fear

I can let it all out
Along the side of the road
And watch the panic of doubt
As the people I love explode

It works differently, in ways so many
As the sun rises and sets, and brings the days new hell
Was it like this from the beginning
I, still not able to tell

Reviews

[Star-Runner]

This is very well written, I like this write.

[Kelly D. Burris]

You've captured well how dark and tormenting fear can be, along with it's effect of how we interpret the world around us, how it taints our view. Kind of mezmerizing and pulls you in as your reading. Great saddness.
Wonderful write.
Kelly

[Moonlit-Blues]

This... summarises how I used to feel. Very emotional piece. 'tis worth something to be sure, must be, because you wrote it, even if its only a vent. Still worth something as a poem, in all its exalted glory. There - on the page, it lies. =) Awesomely emotive. Can see the reference of Dark Heart, a suggestion for another topic - tainted/dark soul, alongside this. Dark poem, with hints of light. Lovely!