The Shadows Of The Dead. Poem by Nemo Outis

The Shadows Of The Dead.

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I know that I have to forget you,
I know that I am no more a choice for you,
I know that I no longer love you
As you no longer love me.

But you know this part of me tries
to burn me inside,
tearing me apart,
ripping my heart,
pumping each drop out.

Of all the chaos in the world
You made me the center of it all.

this noise in my head..
these voices over my ears...
these tears in my eyes..
If only I could end it all for once
and for ever.

A Colt? Yes!

I tried to bury this part of me,
so deep in the darkness,
in the shadows.

The kind of Darkness that even
shadows are afraid to speak of.
The kind of shadows even
God is scared to walk with.

But the dead rises from the grave.
And whispers.
Not of a desire, not of a rage.
But of love. My True Love.
Forever apart. Forever DEAD.

Yes! sometimes the dead rises from the grave,
and I have no place to offer.
For I no longer love you.
As you no longer love me.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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