The Eyes Of A Spectator

I wrote something that is amazing in my opinion. It has got to be one of the greatest things that I have written. The funny thing is, I wrote it in like 5 minutes, in my history class, because I was thinking about some things.

It's not necessarily that I'm depressed, because the poem itself is immensely depressing. Along with the poem, I drew a picture, that was inspired by a friend. Putting the poem next to the picture, and reading it, brings along very strong imagery and other emotions.

I think it's good, but that's just me;


The poem goes,

Black hearts
And withering pain
Showers upon me
Like soothing spring rain

With the feeling of warmth
Escaping my wretch brain
Nothing more than darkness
Will keep my mind sane

As I see the truth
In front of my eyes
I sulk down to my feet
And lay in my new disguise

I cannot say to only one person
That you should never feel this way
But know that in this world
At least once
Your heart might go gray.