My Shadowland

In this dark, lonely room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark, depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight; 
 
I call it my shadowland,
Although there are no shadows;
Its actually pitch black,
which is why no one follows; 
 
If there were followers,
I would not hold them captive;
The only thing in captivity,
Is the screams and tears i bleed;
 
 My shadowland is indeed spirit free,
If it was not;
My place for drowning out things,
It would not be;
 
 In this dark, lonley room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight; 
 
I dont want you to think of me as bad,
Even though i am what i am;
I dont want to make you sad,
With my broken hearted poems...that make even me cry

Reviews

[therisa]

And I thought, I was only one, to write in the dark of night, those things, which I can't face during the daylight hours of the day. Love, your last stanza describes me, all too well.

[first second third]

i am so sorry that you feel that way...:(

[TheSadOne]

i felt this way for so long still feeling this way waning it to o away as my depression has lightend since i met this special gil in my life who i plan on marrying

[first second third]

she is very lucky.