big sketch of a fantasy

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All Thats Left.

express this heartfelt gift

eventually the world will listen

even if it's too late, to take notice

i can live with it.

sadness is a part of me

down inside of me

happiness is a cover up for those who wouldn't see,

what's really going on

and i'm so far gone, that i cant describe

how i'm feeling inside,

what's it gonna be?

i'm wondering.

this fear of all

wells up inside,

and tears, that i never knew were there

roll down my face

it's a lonely confession.

this poet in me, keeps to himself

when he's lonely,

and nothing fits.

lurking in darkness, trying to find it again

dear lady, hold me

because i woke up this morning

feeling something i cant relate to,

like a nothingness in my chest

and it's heavy.

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Anonymous's picture

ican remember when you wrote this one...

will you send me a copy of ~aqua marine~?
thank you,
angie

Athalia Lystra's picture

The closing to this piece is very touching.
To me it seemed that was when the confession came out.
Remarkable work!