I write to convey the words
That my mouth cannot voice
The message that the heart speaks.
I am lone as the moon,
Cold as a winter night.
I write to find comfort within,
To keep in touch with the emotions,
That I subconsciously refuse to feel.
I write to vent my pain,
Release the pressure off my wounds,
To sway from my own abyss.
I write to fight,
Although I have long ago,
Accepted my fate.
My soul bleeds this ink,
Recording its last pieces,
As it slowly fades.
I will soon be gone and forgotten
But no more will this be,
A lonely, sad face,
As I write
Becomes A Duty
Desculpem-me de so por poemas em ingles
ainda nao ganhei a inspiracao de fazer poemas em portugues... lol muito tempo nesta ilha.