Cast out into the wasteland
Dying of thirst, laying upon sand dunes
Silently screaming, in the darkness alone
In the dim light of the indigo night
Where this solitude becomes a prison
My heart is broken and without forgiveness
my soul burns with bitter words choking
There is no apology for this
The forsaken hopes are crushed
And all that is left are these remnants of life
Begging for escape from the prison I have created
I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.
Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.
I bid you peace.
Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte