A Poem by Crimson Profile

This poem sometimes describes my life.

My internal sorrow makes me cry 
My internal sorrow makes me die
I look up and down
I look all around
My soul is breathless
and so is my town
I see nothing but gloom
While my sorrow takes me to doom
As my followers grow into senility
I get one last epiphany
What does this life really mean
With all of the hateful dreams
My sorrow grows
To where I don't fit my clothes 
Why does my town remind me so
of fear and sorrow that begins to grow
The bright crevasse of light 
I try to break free
away from the night
Do I really deserve it 
to break from the fright 
Do I really deserve it 
to break from the night
I see freedom 
freedom from the sorrow

                       Jeremiah Lee

© 2010 Crimson Profile

Author's Note

Crimson Profile
Thought of this poem when I was in somewhat a dark place. Kinda

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I find it hard to give an opinion since I personaly know you, but good work.

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Added on November 21, 2010
Last Updated on November 21, 2010
Tags: Sorrow, Poems, Breaking free


Crimson Profile
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canton, OH

I'm Jeremiah Lee and I'm looking to become a mangaka and get published by a famous Japanese manga company.I write a lot of stories and poems. I take time to write my work to think things over.Most .. more..