Poem #1: The Haunting
#1 of Poetry
This poem is about facing regret of a horrible decision and realizing that the mistake that hurt tons of people can't be repaired, and dealing with the consequences of one's actions. One of my more depressing poems.
The feeling inside me Has gone and defied me I cannot feel the pain I feel the desire The need will conspire I have nothing to gain
There is nothing to say So get out of my way I am going insane They will flee at the sight The taste of my delight The bullet hits my brain
The want or the need I can't help but feed I am the only one they need to maim There's nothing to save The lives that they crave No one should ever learn my name
I know I'm too late I can feel their hate I can certainly feel my shame The people they cry The fall and they die I have only myself to blame
The spirits that haunt Their desires and want The worst that exists of all The bells of doom chime The enemy is time Of which my release they call
Memories referred The voices I have heard They enjoy watching me crawl The horror of death I have felt my last breath They laugh and watch as I fall
In death it seems I rot My tired soul they shot Their faces grim and gaunt My soul been taken well Spread through corners of hell Just give them what they want
The deeds done forever Stained on those whichever Those crying non-chalant The shadows up above The chiming bell which of These ravaged streets I haunt.
~bhscorch
"The Haunting" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.