as i sit here in the dark,
under the moon,
with voices all around,
memories of a time passed,
the pictures of my life,
fadeing in and out,
this world is my hell,
this lfe is my world,
and thses memories,
these memmories r wonderful,
painful and depressing,
as i sit here in the dark,
under the moon,
i look at u and realize,
that im just a shadow,
a shadow in this world,
nothing more,
than ashes in the wind.
You're poems are very thought provoking, I liked this one also. It really illuminates the pain of loneliness...nice work.
you are meaningful matthew.