Post by Chaos_Childe on Jun 17, 2002 15:33:57 GMT -5
Go easy on me as it's the first poem I have written... 
Wish you were here.
Through the shadow of things that were,
And the shadows of things that just might be,
I look for a sign that you were there.
On the edge of reason I stand blind trying not to see,
Around me the maelstrom of chaos reigns,
Desperate for a way to make me strong.
Through the storm inside my soul there were no gains,
The darkness of sorrow has found a place to belong,
The light that was you died.
The knowledge of the real world is refused,
The truth denied,
All I hear is the laugh of angels that you used.
A slight sensation of warmth was all I felt as I cried,
You who once made me whole,
My heart, my mind, my soul.
Wish you were here.
Through the shadow of things that were,
And the shadows of things that just might be,
I look for a sign that you were there.
On the edge of reason I stand blind trying not to see,
Around me the maelstrom of chaos reigns,
Desperate for a way to make me strong.
Through the storm inside my soul there were no gains,
The darkness of sorrow has found a place to belong,
The light that was you died.
The knowledge of the real world is refused,
The truth denied,
All I hear is the laugh of angels that you used.
A slight sensation of warmth was all I felt as I cried,
You who once made me whole,
My heart, my mind, my soul.
