An Unfinished Poem

                      "Crying alone in the silence of solitude. Living your life as if it were just a prelude to a grand tidal wave. Forgetting the beauty of this day as you crawl deep inside yourself to hide the pain that everyday feels as if it were just the same. When you do find that courage to climb out from the darkness you are just pushed back down into that tunnel of misery by the vary same demons who started all of this. You become blind, numbed to the insanity stirred by the vultures who picks apart everything you've come to believe, that you've come to be.
                       Constantly being reminded of all your flaws, as if your image was not that of god's. Forced to feel the guilt of their judgment towards your own choices made in a life that is only relative and you once again find yourself walking in a wasteland of regrets. When the tears and sorrows of another you care and love only seems to chain you down. Stand strong and you will find your way through. No storm lasts forever, and no victory can be gained without struggle. When you find yourself lost within this concrete jungle keep your head held high and keep a watchful eye for your lighthouse, that silver lining hiding in your dark cloud."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This unfinished piece will be added to my "Ballad of the stars" title to finish up that piece.. Seems like everytime I am ready and willing to put the pen down I find myself over whelmed with a desire to write.

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a.griffiths57's picture

    your poem here certainly



your poem here certainly created  very isolated and lost feelings regarding the direction your writing should take. You seem to have a gift for creating atmosphere in your poems; my poems for example tend to create a visual picture.  Very nice write.

MatthewWayne's picture

Hmm interesting comment.

Hmm interesting comment. Thank you, gave me something to think on for a while.

I am glad you enjoyed the poem. It still remains unfinished however, since I am just now slowly getting back into writing once again.

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne