Dark Waters by Christopher ShinI don't belong here,
yet I stand here amongst
the darkest group of people.
They wander around the night
with their tragic dreams
on their small pale frames.
I ponder sometimes or is it
I wonder why they do this to themselves?
I do not know if I was that dark,
but if I was I wonder if I was that
melodramatic?
I watch with sadness in my eyes,
because they will never know
the tragic nature of being truly dark.
To be without the company of a good ear.
Or the feeling of a bleeding heart
that drives your soul.
I do not dare say that I am darker then
these dark creatures that drink from
the pool discontent, but rather
I know and felt a world more empty then
any have felt.
I still remember the bitter winter cold of
the lonelyiness in my soul.
Or the gnawing insanity of
the world around me.
I still remember darkness
and the smell of dispair.
In the end I watch with sad eyes,
and the question of what draws
me to their darkness. 07/29/2003 Posted on 07/29/2003 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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