>tired stare I'M TURNING INTO AN INSOMNIAC, DANGIT! This really sucks. I'm up really late and still end up getting up early. This poem may be a bit sucky because I'm so tired.
I whisper into the night,
As winds carry my words away.
A candle burns,
But goes out.
The wind destroys the silence,
And also words said,
But the one thing it can never change,
Is that my heart is dead.
The wind used to lift my soul,
A bird high in the clouds,
But lately life has burned the feeling,
And now all I feel is empty.
I wish that the wind,
Could do what it once did,
But if it did,
I am as ignorant as ever.
I try to ignore it,
But I know the pain had helped.
Even if I didn't want it,
There nothing to do now…
Like I said, I know it sucks. Tell me a title that I should name this poetry group. I need more ideas before I choose one.