poetry nite 1

Shitty poetry ive had in notes. Its not any good, i gotta study this shit more.

In a world of endless sorrow,

Where the heart is filled with pain,

There are those who find themselves alone,

Trapped in the Black chain.

They are the Ones, the lonely Ones,

For whom love never came.

Their hearts are cold, their spirits low,

In a world that knows their name but shall pretend they don’t

They search for meaning in the darkness,

But the answers always elude.

They long for connection, for a touch,

But their chances seem so few.

They are the forgotten Ones, the outcasts,

The ones society forgot.

But still they hold on to their despair,

And dread that love will never come.

For in this world of endless pain,

Where the Black reigns supreme,

There is no spark of hope,

No glimmer of a dream.

And though they may hold on to their dreams,

They know that they will never come true.

They are trapped in their loneliness,

Forever lost in the Black gloom.