Not all of us have left. I don't know about Frost, but I'm still here, and I can't wait to read what has happened in your world through your words. I've missed your writing.
Hello, if you are still here. Here's a poem I just wrote a few moments ago.
Scream
Quitting pain and rage
trying to tell this page
but my struggle fades
through the night
whispering..my time is near
Barely, hanging on by clinging onto what’s dear
I’m happy..is that what you what to hear?
Well, it’s true…but my vision is blackening
Mouth closed yet I’m struggling my vocal chords
screaming till dawn
when the demons are gone
yet the struggle remains
as cold as a chain in winter
Damn, not a follower or a believer
but a sinner seems to be the label placed inside of me
I can hear my heart cracking
as the pain swells feet up
yet I smile
Masochistic?
I’m happy pulling from the small fire of tears
Back to spilling ink, crying..I hate
but love spills onto this page
God knows I missed doing this
writing as if there is nothing to lose
no guilt no shame
no fame only me and a made up name
as fake as a smile on the 6 O’clock news
Here I am doing what I got to do
to write and write until there’s nothing but
a dull blade cutting my heart
until it sparks
Ain’t got no money or aims so no fake parts
I am who I am, you are who you are
I’m happy to stain this page with pain
yet growth comes to me as…
I let go.
I have more control over this pen
many nights its cried down lines
leaving ripples in my mind
as I couldn’t see straight
I guess that’s fate
Go through pain to find the motivation to rise
through the punches knocking you around every corner you take
Escaping the coldness that wraps its hands around your neck
squeezing until you release..
in anyway.
Only to remember you can’t drown in rage
or you’ll be the same.
Curse me..
knowledge flows through me as my number rises
life is too precious to be the old you.
Don’t follow this happy fool
although I know that you’ll go through this too.
Hopefully, I can ease the pain
with these words…
I love you.
Everything will be alright
only you can walk through the fog
Go now, we don’t have long
until the next attack occurs
fight through the burn.
Embrace the pain
and live true to the desires of your inner child.
I know you can push through
but even if you quit
and vanish into the sky as a fading light
leaving behind memories and words upon a wrinkled page
that someone will wish was elongated as they can’t nor want to say goodbye
to you fool.
I’ll still love you, there’ll be no hate
yes, pain will come.
That’s life..
Would rather feel pain than rage
and quit living to sleep or say something I would never mean
if I wasn’t under the spell of regretful rage.
Uncork your bottle
and go on..
With no shame or guilt
Live as you always wanted to
until your heart lays dormant crumbling to life.
You will be found
but only you can search for yourself
Look in not out
Open your mouth
and scream……