Down the cold, dark and emty years
Walking alone fighting off acient fears.
Yearning, craving long denied warmth
Dried up and hollow inside
Passion painfully smothered now died.
Pointless to beg you have long locked that door
I accepting, cope finding I look for fire no more.
Just give me a little respect and care
I will honour your wishes . I believe that is fair.
Darkness closes in the freeze between us
Like winter in a garden all is laid bare turning to dust.
I take my blanket of words and wrap myslef up tight
In their warming balm. My head full of stars I drift into the night.
Down the years there have been so many battles to fight
Hiding behind a smile constantly smothering the need for flight.
A master at lieing and presenting a public face
Knowing the truth , my failure , my secret is my disgrace .
Down the cold, dark and emty years
Walking alone fighting off acient fears.
Yearning, craving long denied warmth
Dried up and hollow inside
Passion painfully smothered now died.
willowdot21 
Mar 24, 2014 @ 02:43:38
*chills* Very nice.
Mar 24, 2014 @ 10:23:27
Thank you.
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:06:35
Riveting willow, but also very painful and lonely….. It seems we often share mood swings in our poetry. My latest is no barrel of monkeys either. Good read…
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:11:29
Thank you John I am pleased that you emjoyed it! I know what you mean we sometimes let our dark side’s out! I love you poetry especially when you read it to us!! xxxx
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:17:40
Dark and raw – reflections on a murky pond – but if we part the debris and grime, we might just glimpse the beauty within. Alas, the tides of time does not allow it to be so.
Peace,
Eric
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:24:50
Yes Eric time is a cruel fellow traveller, full of tricks and secrets and nasty surprises! Beware time is never your friend! xxxx
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:25:32
Reblogged this on 2l2phant.
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:28:47
Thank you for the reblog I am grateful, may I reblog one of your poems please. 😀
Mar 24, 2014 @ 11:30:20
Of course 🙂 I am flattered! I should have asked you ❤
Mar 24, 2014 @ 12:49:47
No worries I was pleased. 🙂
Mar 24, 2014 @ 12:51:00
🙂
Mar 24, 2014 @ 12:53:15
Dark and harsh. Must give yourself a bit of slack. 🙂
Mar 24, 2014 @ 13:01:24
Perhaps, but poetry always digs deep and demands agony. Xxx
Mar 24, 2014 @ 13:58:21
*nods* 😉
And angst.
Mar 24, 2014 @ 17:51:41
yes best not forget the angst it will only bite us in the bum! ;D
Mar 25, 2014 @ 16:25:40
😀 Ha ha ha.
Mar 25, 2014 @ 19:23:31
😉
Mar 25, 2014 @ 20:40:36
;-P
Mar 24, 2014 @ 19:15:48
So full of darkness Sweet Willow, but then darkness is ever a friend you can rely on as sometimes the light can be far too harsh. So well written my friend. Hugs always, xPenx
Mar 24, 2014 @ 19:50:50
Thank you Pen, I needed a kind word and you gave me quite a few! xxxxxxx hugs.