Untitled Poem

I sit up late
In the darkness of night
Inspirations come
And sound so right.

There is no pain
Or love or hate
Here all emotions
dicsipate.

With joys comes love
And with love, pain
All emotions
Feel the same

Is there no faith
Is there no charity
When I see so many things
With such a clarity

People changed
And have been shallowed
Authenticity and trust
Used to be so hallowed

Can you see past them
Can you see through
All these people
And things, untrue?

With light comes darkness
And with good, bad
None of these things
Is what makes me most sad

Betrayl, deception
Shattered trust
All this pain because
He can’t control his blood lust


I wrote this poem a long time ago. Probably my sophmore year of high school. I went through so much emotional pain at such a young age. Sometimes I marvel at how I got through it all without taking my own life. That is a dark road I will never wish on anyone.