a poem i wrote in the 8th grade (part 2) Options

[TheSilenceInDict...]

I found another one! Oh, The nostalgia. I figured maybe I should post this in a new topic since it's a seperate poem - For seperate comments. That is, if I get any.

Soul's Night

The escalation.
The night filled with silence,
Except the soft wind flowing on the shadows,
Wistfully,
On the river of darkness,
Riding the breeze of screaming silence,
The echo shattering the air.
Knife-cutting bitter cold
Tearing at my soul
The glass stars flare a song of lonliness,
The melody of thought.
The moon - orb of variety,
Sphere of glorified blindness.
My mind floating in realms of neutral screams.
My soul torn of bitterness,
A tear of passion,
Burning at words that slide from my mouth.
Hope glorified in halls of opinion.
The reality, clung onto pre-destination.
Whispers...whispers of death
Call as my day of beginning,
My day of hell arises...