Some times I just want to leave,
Some times I want to go...
Daddy's little angel is crying
Mommy's little girl is dying...
Sitting alone in this filthiness,
grieving at this killing emptiness...
In this darkness
I sit and think...
I look out the screen of the door. I feel the heat...
I have walked out in the sun. Feeling its breath...
Everyone needs someone
someone who will accept them, listen to them...
Looking back on my little actions,
Seeing all those big reactions...
Sky fades into tomorrow
Everlasting, impressing sorrow...
This could have been the coldest night,
The night that kept me thinking...
A wanderer
is split from society...
Empty minds in the mist of chaos,
Your promises are all unkempt...
(this is one of my very first poems..
please bear with me.. i'm still new at this...