I wrote this poem back in 2009-2010 when I was really sad and depressed. Feeling better now but I think that this is one of my best works.
by ‾Conor-80
Blackness blackness all around
in this pit to which I am bound
no one here to understand me
no one here to stand by me
the day may come when my life may end
and still I will yearn for a friend.
# Distance by ~[Conor-80](http://conor-80.deviantart.com/) The wind whistles by carrying your voice, The sea pulls and beckons me to go, Waves ebbing and flowing like the time, As flames of light dance on the horizon, Signalling me of what lies...
To tell or not to tell that is the question When you have words you want to say But are unsure if you want to say them The battle rages with in your mind To whether you should or shouldn't Variables enter your mind like An equation from a math...
# The question and confusion by ~[Conor-80](http://conor-80.deviantart.com/) Confusion has taken the place of words Words that should have been said have been left unsaid Life only comes once yet why do words fail me Those unsaid words eat at...