The shadows in the corner of the room are coming nearer,
They are coming closer and closer each day,
Spreading slowly out from that dark corner of my mind,
where they used to lie dorment.
Eventualy they will consume me,
Consume my every thought, wish and dream,
until I am nothing but the empty shell of what I used to be.
Any plan that could have succeded will remain untouched,
Any hope for the future will remain dead in the past.
So this ocean that once was raged with passion,
will become calmer than a frozen sea,
And you will look at me and think
what happend?
I'm not really good at poetry, but I hope to improve. This is quite a short poem and I would really appreciate comments.
