I wrote this poem, but Im unsure of what exactly it means to me. But my friends see to find great menaing in it! Here it is:

Across a withered state of mind,

A wind blows cold and dry,

Crackling with a glee of evil,

For it knows the thoughts, from you to I.



Though hard and mean the thoughts,

I try to push them back,

With little luck at all,

I cry as they attack.



Your meaning is sharp and clear,

It stings as it prevails,

And in my head I hear,

The lies of your twisted tales.



You punch and scream with hatred,

For feelings I have no more,

I once had thought I loved you,

But now I'm not so sure.



The thought of me scares you,

So you try to send me back,

To the hell which you believe I came,

But your heart is where I'm at.



I know I see it in your eyes,

You knew the truth before,

Again and again you shunned it,

Only really wanting more.



Time and time I see you,

Like a Ghost I walk the streets,

Standing in a shadow,

Praying we once again meet.



Until the day you take my hand,

You finally grasp the truth,

I know it hurts, a pain to be,

But for you I try to sooth.



I know the truth may be,

True beyond compare,

But you're not happy, I can see,

So to let you go is fair...


Hope someone finds meaning to it!

~Xavier Honre`