A/N: So... Here's a bit more, keeping in mind I'm having to write these as I go, and it takes a bit, so that's why I don't update often. I hope you like them.
Pain
Cold is welling up inside
Spreading throughout me
Deep and wide
Guilt is there
Stabbing and sharp
Going right into,
And freezing my heart
I see you standing
There in the hall
You walk it alone
Though I gave it my all
Never again
The same will things be
I've lost my dream
But you'll never see.
Loneliness
You can't miss
What you never had
To say that I did,
I'd be mad
I was clueless at most
Blind at least
To what others saw,
At their eyes' first feast
To say that I wanted it
Would be a lie
But if I didn't find something
I soon would die
An exaggeration,
I knew I had made
But it felt like the truth
An oath never swayed
I made that day
A promise to myself
That I would find
A new book for my shelf
Like a new bell's chime
To find the part that was missing
I knew would take time
To fill that void in my chest
The one I knew
Would see no rest
Until made anew
And filled to the brim
The scar marked with a crest
Now I would start
My life's new quest.
Sherlock snapped the book shut and put it in the drawer of the night stand beside him.
I miss you John... Sherlock thought. I miss you so much...
The World's Demise
The world is spinning
Tumbling down
Sinking deeper
Into the ground
I want to stop it
But don't know how
It's getting to be
Much too loud
Why won't it stop
Spiraling and rolling
If I only could be
The one controlling
The earth's decent
The world's demise
My message sent
Before sunrise.
Darker times had come now. Sherlock had gotten caught. In Serbia.
I Will Get Back
I will get back
This will be done
I know it's not
Going to be too fun
But I will make it
To the end
Or else I'll break it
Before it begins
It won't be easy
But I don't care
I'll do what I have to
To get back there
I'll return with a fire
I didn't have before
Raging so strong
That you can't ignore
I am coming
I will get back
This will be done
Don't expect any slack
These words rotated in Sherlock's mind, as he tried to keep his thoughts away from the stinging wounds that laced his body.
I will get back.
I will get back.
I will get back.
A/N: The next chapter will feature poems Sherlock wrote soon after he got back.
