I stand alone in a crowded room,
My state of mind open for anyone to assume.
I'm quiet and cold with rain soaked skin,
The music rings loud and the lights are dim.
I'm wading quietly through screaming water.
The flood left the others like lambs awaiting slaughter.
Oblivious- they don't care.
Swimming through the flood is a perilous dare.
Outside these walls, the lonely scream from the rooftops,
Their voices go unheard- drowning in the endless pour of raindrops.
The roof is leaking now...the room suggests another dance.
Meanwhile, the desperate call out for one final chance.
They are as alone as I am here.
We fill the room to our necks with hopeless tears.
CZYTASZ
Adjectives
PoezjaThis is 90% of the poems I have written from the last couple years up to now. I figured since I'm starting here again, I'll just put them into one collection. New works will be published separately. Warning: Some of this is really depressing. P.S...
