I stand alone weeping over what has been lost
I regret why I left my self open to be used and abused
Unable to stand the hurt & torture that was given without reason
I try to calm my nerves and ignore the present situation
Desperate for a distraction I sought peace in colours
Little did I know a colourful image itself would challenge the bitter wounds
Trying to open whats has been locked and buried deep inside
Offers an even bigger test for the already broken heart
I try to maintain what has been ammended with great difficulty
But the master of colours refuse to embrace defeat
And entering the dungeon of sorrow
Opens the gates for a new begining
Now I stand happy and pure
Yet inside I am unsure
Trying to embrace the beautiful once experienced fresh beam of light
I have every reason to believe the same would be followed by a Dark Night
Very nice poem. I was browsing through blogs and it caught my eye. Check out my blog, I have a poem in my archive. I haven't been posting long
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