Writting by Candledark (revised)

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By lost the lonely dead

The candles blown out, streams of smoke stem upward Their lives snuffed out, so as to dwell in the emptiness Pressed against a wall, a prison without bars for free men Gasping for air and relief, looking to give me some hope Stumbling through the deep snow, a flood runs over my soul His hands trembling icy cold, like the death that grips Wanting to warm himself, his heart and his desperate soul Run for help to no avail, finding no one to be a true friend Physically stronger everyday, reaching the climax the prime Yet cowers in a corner, feeling the loneliness and pain Writes a letter by candledark, that he will never send Fears gives an impression, a person could never understand Alas the truth gives way, for now the lies remain but It now does certainly show, they really dont want to know Grim reaper's at my back, time has come to pass the test Yet in the struggle and the fight, not one soul could help the blight The virus of lies tells us we're all alone in darkness

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December 2, 2005 20:09Loneliness is condescending

I like the tone and idea of this poem its pretty cool keep up the work

December 5, 2005 06:11lost the lonely dead

why thank you

December 20, 2005 12:01abs

thats is a really great poem. i particulary like the line "Their lives snuffed out" in some ways it seems to be sad and lonely and in others murderous and evil. anyway i like it all very much! :)

April 24, 2006 09:23SearchingForAnswers

I luv the words u use n the way u put em together, very unique, really walk the reader through the description and the tone :) - Like most of ur stuff in general! keep it up

April 24, 2006 14:11lost the lonely dead

abs: *smirks* thanks......searching for answers: thank you i enjoy it