Think it over
And The Story Continues....
rock_26iin | 30 June, 2005 19:02
Ok, this might sound like sh!te to most of you'll here (if you are here, i.e.) but as someone once said, "All bad poetry comes from true emotion", it comes straight from the heart. Hope you enjoy it.
The Acme Of Solitude
'Twas once said
"It is better to have loved and lost
Then never to have loved at all"
But what if, you lost the love
Before you had a chance to say it at all?
Broken hearts, broken dreams
Silently, the night screams
I pick up these fragments of a broken heart
And head towards a new start
How was I to know,
That pain would come disguised as solace
And tears would hide behind the laughter
That happiness would be a losing chase
And defeat would be the final chapter?
I thought I had reached
The highest of altitudes
Until I realized
That it was just the Acme of Solitude
I stare at this expanse of life
From my vantage point here
High above the raging world
Me alone with my fears
Alone I stand here,
At the Acme of Solitude
Laughter of the winds
Silently ridicules me
Why don't they go away?
And let me be me?
Taking away my sanity
Breaking away my foritude
People stare at me with vanity
While I stand at the Acme of Solitude
Friends and family
I know not where they went
All this anger, all this pain
I know not where to vent
They push me into this gaping hole
Expecting gratitude
Feeling rid of my soul
I stand at the Acme of Solitude
The Acme Of Solitude
'Twas once said
"It is better to have loved and lost
Then never to have loved at all"
But what if, you lost the love
Before you had a chance to say it at all?
Broken hearts, broken dreams
Silently, the night screams
I pick up these fragments of a broken heart
And head towards a new start
How was I to know,
That pain would come disguised as solace
And tears would hide behind the laughter
That happiness would be a losing chase
And defeat would be the final chapter?
I thought I had reached
The highest of altitudes
Until I realized
That it was just the Acme of Solitude
I stare at this expanse of life
From my vantage point here
High above the raging world
Me alone with my fears
Alone I stand here,
At the Acme of Solitude
Laughter of the winds
Silently ridicules me
Why don't they go away?
And let me be me?
Taking away my sanity
Breaking away my foritude
People stare at me with vanity
While I stand at the Acme of Solitude
Friends and family
I know not where they went
All this anger, all this pain
I know not where to vent
They push me into this gaping hole
Expecting gratitude
Feeling rid of my soul
I stand at the Acme of Solitude
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