RedRavenPoems

Twisting, burning, ever seeking. 

Shadows seeping, mists are creeping.

Through the blackened abyss they go,

Onward to spread despair and woe.

Through our minds, a victim they will find.

In chains of doubt they will surely bind.

Fetters of insecurity, thoughts so unkind.

With these they bind us, make us blind.

We seek escape, will it be found?

Either alone or among a crowd.

The answer is no, it shall not be.

For we are alone, even here is seems.

Paralyzed by doubts, filled with fear.

We hate being alone, but despise when people are near.

These things within us we cling to, as if dear.

Never realizing it’s why we shed a tear.

Unworthy of others, wanted by none.

These are the things, the shadows have begun.

We wish to escape, but can we? How we shall run.

Not thinking at all we shall never be done.

None offer help, for they do not know.

The mixture within us, of sorrow and woe.

We do not share, we do not dare.

For the creeping mists, have made us think none care.

We sit alone in the dark.

With these things that torment the heart.

Wishing from this world to hastily depart.

Before the actions we are driven to start.

The end of it all, we’ve begun to seek.

The unholy things have driven us mad.

The world around us, has made us sad.

It’s filled with terror, and things we see as bad.

So away from this hell we wish to flee.

To bygone places, forest or sea.

To the Summerland, far beyond the shore.

A place where this burden, will never be bore.

Many will were upon the end.

And wonder just when our thought beg and to bend.

Will they wonder, why we had no friend?

I’m sure they thought otherwise , or at least theyll pretend.