This is a poem I just found written in one of my note books and decided to put it up.Though the feelings it expresses are in the past, the rush of the feelings again is overwhelming.
I cannot do this alone
I cannot keep walking the path of knowing.
I want to divert,yet again,
And step into that undiscovered lair,
A plunge into the world of dark,false hopes,waiting in corners to seize.
I'd rather the smile be shunned,
The only permitted feeling,pain.
For that is the only familiarity in this soulless dirty living.
A part of me ripped out,
Holding on to pathetic memories,and photographs,and scents.
They'll do me no good in the long-run,
My memory will fail me.
That is the fate I deserve,
And what I wish Thee grant me.