Guess the Poem

I would like you to guess what I mean - or what you think I mean. Can you guess the emotion? What are your thoughts?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

No reply.

It's cold

And your alone.

The dark creeps forward

Ready to take

All the light from you.

But suddenly

Appears a man.

He sits next to you

And the darkness parts.

Warmth returns

And so does the light.

Small at first

But it grows fast.

Soon the world has

Color again along with warmth.

You are happy once again.

Guess the Poem

I wrote this poem, and when you finish reading it I would like to know what your thoughts are.

The searing hot pain,

The black and never ending pit.

You want to scream.

And destroy.

And inflict paint to others.

You hurt too.

It grabs your heart and wont let go.

Hurting.

Reminding you - making you hate.

But who is there to listen?

Who is there to care?

It makes you lose your mind, that

Black, soul engulfing mist.

How to control it? How do you not go

Insane? How do you not to hurt?

You wonder.

But the feeling is still there - just as

Hot and powerful.

For now - a little under control

Waiting.