A simple poem
A page in the diary "The Words Behind My Tears"
Written by kcdbooks 31. Oct 2004 12:56 AM
Dear deppies,
I wrote this a while ago, maybe one of you will enjoy it.
Dreariness seeps
throught the skin,
worn down by years
of anger and
isolation.
Trapped in a world of
black and white,
right and wrong,
perfection and imperfection
there is no room
for the grey of emotions.
Escape holds no
doors, for to
escape is to loose
all that is known
And to enter a world
of vivid colour.
The broghtness of
a new place brings
pain and sorrow,
for to feel the energy is to
remember what has been lost.