I love to write and also read other's writings. If you have any poetry that you would want to post I would love to read it.

Lost
My words lay blazen before your fiery altar;
exposed to the harsh reality of what I am not.
My pen is silent though my heart cries out.
It cries to empty masses devoid of ears to hear.
I run for the safety of darkened shadows,
but they only dissipate as if to mock my failed attempts.
I find no solace in you,
only charred reminders of what once was.
The dismembered notions of naivety,
drowned by the cloistered cries of regret,
serve as delicately painful reminders
of who you are and who I am not.


Jason Sullivan
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