When I walk down the lonely streets,
The world turns its back to me
No one seems to see
How lonely my life has came to be
I found the way to elude myself,
The sun stolen from the sky
I sit in the black
In front of this mountain
To hide my jagged insides
The world is blind to what I have come to be.

At the bottom of the mountain I sit,
It seems to be an eternity
With my knees pressed to my chest
Rocking back and forth
All alone in the black
I found the way to put the sun back into the sky,
I must climb the mountain blocking me.

So there is the mountain I must hurtle over,
Towering over me
I must climb over and free the sun
And put forth the light so that I can free,
All the loneliness held inside of me
And cast it back into the black
To heal the world of its blindness
And once and for all see me.

Climbing up the steep slope
It comes to me
How close I am to victory
To overthrow the black around me
How close I am to finally be free
To never again be in the black
And never again be lonely,

I thrust my hands over the top
And I stand up straight
The glory fills me
Casting the loneliness back into the black
I am finally free.



Poets Note..I honestly dont know what to say about this one. Its been quite
some time since I have wrote anything, and this I feel isnt a very good poem
to come back with after going on 3 weeks of not writeing anything at all.
But maybe I will be proved wrong, enjoy!


 
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