“Frey’s Diary”
Frey is a nobody,
Who lives on his own;
He talks, he eats, he sleeps
All alone.
He cries for a friend
That he never had found;
Though he weeps for it
With no sound.
No one knew of his existence;
He’s living like a shadow
That blends in walls,
That wrote sorrow.
The Light, he looks above,
That’s all he has,
Close to a friend
He wanted in the past.
He’s living with a Friend now,
But he longed for someone;
That someone unreachable,
As he reaches, she’s gone.
Miley—that’s her name,
The apple of his eye;
He wishes she could see through
His heart’s cry…
But life’s not complete
Without any pain,
Which he surpasses
Full of disdain.
He struggles to withhold
From ever breaking down,
To remain sane,
To sound calm.
After four years,
Questions linger by,
Asking if it’s over,
If it was all a lie.
Has he done enough?
Has he found content?
Even if his dreams,
Didn’t turn out what they meant?
He panicked through the motions;
He didn’t know what to do;
He keeps doing his ways
Without any clue.
This life isn’t over;
It’s nothing but a beginning;
Turn the page cover,
And you’ll know what I’m saying.
His Friend gave an answer
Light lent him a hand
If Frey took it,
Will he understand?
What’s on the other side?
What could it be?
Frey hesitated for one moment;
He replied, “Lead Me.”
Frey puts down his pen
After he wrote this entry,
And at the bottom it says,
“Thanks for reading Frey’s diary.”
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2013.
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Blurred Dreams
PoetryMy second poem collection. Mostly about my different outlooks in life. A poem collection about my feelings towards other people.
