Hey all, this is a poem that I wrote according to how I feel at this time. It might be a
little long cause feelings can never be surpressed, and poems can never be reduced.
It might be a little depressing, but no one can always be happy, right?
Trapped, with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Every corner turned yields a dead end with no escape.
Thousands of thoughts cloud my mind as my heart races,
Frantically trying to escape the web of deciet.
Twisting and turning, wriggling and fighting.
Yet the hold of love binds as tight as chains.
Nowhere can one turn, cause understand, others can not.
All this hurt, this pain, stabs deeper than thousands of knives,
Slowly twisting while rudely inserted , grinding through my heart.
Think I can not, for all I ever feel is pain from secrets after secrets revealed.
How can one proceed in life when there are hands reaching,
Reaching endlessly, trying to grab hold of something, anything to hold you?
Weak, I feel as I slowly fall, for these hands have found a tight,
unreleasing grip upon my torn heart, squeezing, more and more.
What can I do? Where can I run? Nowhere. There is nowhere to go.
The jaws of love is closing in, closer and closer, ready to devour all,
everything that comes near. Eating away, more and more at one's heart.
One can never escape from the deadly grip of memories.
Forgetfulness may be used as a chest, to lock them up..
Yet always will they stay, buried deep, yet always there to be retrieved,
When the time comes necessary.
Happiness can never be achieved for the cycle will come around once more.
The pains of missing and longing will never end.
Deep has the mark of love made in my heart.
Nights after nights of wishing and dreaming yields nothing more than heartbreak.
More and more is needed to satisfy the other.
Nothing within your reach can fulfill what is needed.
Powerless you feel as everything happens right in front of your eyes.
Hopes are crushed, dreams are vanquished.
Everything you hold dear... everything that love built...
All crumbles on top of your head.
Once again, the cycle starts, and I follow blindly, not knowing where it may lead.
Is this the best thing to do? I feel, that question can not be answered.
On the edge of the world I faintly stand , once again,
about to fall into the deep black hole headfirst.
Trung
