Pain

I peer into the this place called pain

That lies within my heart

A place that's riddled with endless holes

Like scars from an assassin's dart

A place that's filled with hollow dreams

That ends in desolation

Where darkness overtakes the light

Void, of illumination

A loneliness, full of shattered hopes

A barren and empty shell

An eternal tomb of wretched screams

A place that I call hell

Echoes of a love long gone

A place where sorrow awaits

Knowing not of right and wrong

A den of reprobates

An endless maze that leads nowhere

A deep and forgotten stain

A shallow grave of tortured souls

This place that I call pain

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Beautiful flow to this piece. My heart nodded in recognition.

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Sad :( good writing. A bit like tate morgan too :)

[Michael G.]

A sad, very well done poem.
I really like the way this flows. Your rhyming makes it so.
Well done, sir.