Screaming at the Darkness

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    Screaming at the Darkness

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    It is funny how you can be someone’s rock when they are down and needy.  You lend an ear to their problems and their woes to bring them comfort.  As soon as you show them how you feel they can't handle it and hang up on you.  Not once but 3 times.  What does that mean to you?  I know what it means to me for it is self-evident.  I can be a shoulder to cry on but as I feel it as well I comfort myself for gone are my shoulders to rely. 

    What are friends? 
    Do you know?  I think I do now.  The greatest thing is to know for what you don't know, you just don't know.



    Screaming at the Darkness
      Friday, May 22, 2009

    Gone now the blue bird of happiness
    Drowning now fills my world with sadness
    Crazy thoughts fill my brain
    Void now the blue skies to feel the pain

    Four walls comforts me not
    Loneliness is all I’ve got
    The silence rain monsoons and hurricanes
    Lost the soldier from migraines

    Love fought the foolish campaign
    Petrol filled with no octane
    Try and try renders the same results
    Screaming from far into the shadows insults

    Wondering aimlessly in the dark
    Striking flint that won’t spark
    Feeling my way for I lost my eyesight
    Here comes the rain for lack of foresight

    Submerged in tears not of my making
    Old are my bones arthritic and acing
    Left with nothing more than memories
    No happy endings to romantic comedies

    Sadness walks quietly shadows hand in hand
    Flavors once so sweet now taste bland
    Heartache in my doorway stands
    Celibacy was never considered as part of the plans

    Desperately trying to hold back the flood of pain
    Drenched and batter soaked through from the rain
    Perspective lost for this is totally insane
    Wondered and got lost down lover’s lane

    Waiting silently in darken places
    Avoidance from all public spaces
    Sounded the horns of retreat
    Discomfort swollen trench are now my feet

    Sleeping life away waiting for brighter days gone bye
    Cometh the dawn the same way feelings die
    Day after day nothing ever changes
    Into the void happiness now plunges

    Lacking all identity seeking now serenity
    Existence now lack all its amenities for nothing is left but hostilities
    Worn-out from a long and drawn out trench warfare’s
    Happiness now blooded passes away and no one even cares

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    IreSunn commented on Screaming at the Darkness

    09-23-2009

    I can so relate to the screams in darkness. Nice drop.

    kisaarjaki

    09/23/2009

    Thanks. Anything you can get from it is always a good thing. I think so for I am.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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