Dark moods

[Eric]

What air have I left that I to breath
What life have I to yet live
Gone are the colors that once held life
Here are the days that steals away my mind
Darkness is all that keeps me now
My comfert my joy is all dried up
No longer does my still heart beat
For my life has been stolen from me
Sharp vegence has come for me
Because I, from my life have been set free
Now pursuers I do have
That seek to take all thats left
So in Death's hands I find a new life to live
In regret and solitude.

[hookedoncandycanes]

This poem definitely lives lives up to its name.

Very dark.

But darkness can be a good subject to write about. I'm not sure if you're the kind of person who writes poetry about their lives. I know I do. If you do I'd be worried that you wrote this.

Now, to the poem! :) It's good, I enjoyed reading it. It seemed a bit forced, but nothing terribly grating me in the wrong way.

Write more, I'd like to see what else you've got.

- hoc2