The Protector
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Hello everyone it's me again and with the next poem from the ones i wrote. This one is basically a description between me and my friends. I am like the only one out of my friends without a girlfriend and I started to feel bad about it because I'm starting to feel lonely.cI describe the world I'm. In compared to the one there in as how I see it. Enjoy and feel free to comment I like reading what you all have to say. 
Progression 4
(Suffering)
Written by The Protector
On April 4, 2011
Frolicking fields,
Nothing that yields.
The sun shines at all times,
Beautiful sounding wind chimes.
Clear blue sky's,
Nothing that dies,
Tears of immense joy in there eyes.
Many blossoming flowers and trees,
People in pairs that don't go to threes.
Many pick nicks,
No blood thirsty ticks.
Happiness and joy,
Every lovely girl has her own boy.
Happy times,
Nothing is required,
Not even dimes.
This is what I see when I look at my coupling friends,
Immense joy that never ends.
Looking at me,
I see nothing that is free,
Nobody and nothing experiencing any type of glee.
Everything is so dead,
Instead of a pretty blue,
the sky is very evil and a dark devilish red.
Just plain dark rocks,
Demons flying around causing pain an suffering with many cruel vial mocks.
I hate this I want to leave,
But how this all started you wouldn't believe,
One girl I tried to save,
Was with many at a time,
She was one that would not behave,
And before I knew that she wanted me to say she was mine.
After her came one I loved,
But that love was not returned,
There were stupid things she didn't like about me,
Now my world is like it's been burned.
Dead trees,
Black earth,
Violent bees,
Only to pain and loneliness is my world is giving birth,
I'm all alone here to suffer,
It's cold enough here to make even me shiver,
Nothing here for a decent supper,
I am my own personal caregiver.
Only silence and nobody to help me out of my sadness rings,
This is the kinda pain being the only one with out a special someone brings.
The pain I feel,
Is so very real,
It like a curse seal.
I'm so very alone,
Without a girlfriend to call my own,
I guess this is what I'm reaping from all that I've sown.
But I have no clue what I did wrong,
Because I've only been real nice all along.
Why am I made to suffer?
It all started when I met her,
Now all the good I had is all over.
I can't wait till the end,
my heart is not able mend,
To everyone els I'm perfectly ok,
Or so I pretend.
Suffering is all I feel,
All because of her,
My heart won't heal,
So it has started to wither.
Thriving on my unbearable pain and fear,
Are my demons of misfortune that are here.
I cant believe how I let this happen,
No hint of anything here I can use for protection or as a weapon.
I'm all alone,
With no one to call my own,
Reaping all that others have sown.
Progression 4
(Suffering)
Written by The Protector
On April 4, 2011
Frolicking fields,
Nothing that yields.
The sun shines at all times,
Beautiful sounding wind chimes.
Clear blue sky's,
Nothing that dies,
Tears of immense joy in there eyes.
Many blossoming flowers and trees,
People in pairs that don't go to threes.
Many pick nicks,
No blood thirsty ticks.
Happiness and joy,
Every lovely girl has her own boy.
Happy times,
Nothing is required,
Not even dimes.
This is what I see when I look at my coupling friends,
Immense joy that never ends.
Looking at me,
I see nothing that is free,
Nobody and nothing experiencing any type of glee.
Everything is so dead,
Instead of a pretty blue,
the sky is very evil and a dark devilish red.
Just plain dark rocks,
Demons flying around causing pain an suffering with many cruel vial mocks.
I hate this I want to leave,
But how this all started you wouldn't believe,
One girl I tried to save,
Was with many at a time,
She was one that would not behave,
And before I knew that she wanted me to say she was mine.
After her came one I loved,
But that love was not returned,
There were stupid things she didn't like about me,
Now my world is like it's been burned.
Dead trees,
Black earth,
Violent bees,
Only to pain and loneliness is my world is giving birth,
I'm all alone here to suffer,
It's cold enough here to make even me shiver,
Nothing here for a decent supper,
I am my own personal caregiver.
Only silence and nobody to help me out of my sadness rings,
This is the kinda pain being the only one with out a special someone brings.
The pain I feel,
Is so very real,
It like a curse seal.
I'm so very alone,
Without a girlfriend to call my own,
I guess this is what I'm reaping from all that I've sown.
But I have no clue what I did wrong,
Because I've only been real nice all along.
Why am I made to suffer?
It all started when I met her,
Now all the good I had is all over.
I can't wait till the end,
my heart is not able mend,
To everyone els I'm perfectly ok,
Or so I pretend.
Suffering is all I feel,
All because of her,
My heart won't heal,
So it has started to wither.
Thriving on my unbearable pain and fear,
Are my demons of misfortune that are here.
I cant believe how I let this happen,
No hint of anything here I can use for protection or as a weapon.
I'm all alone,
With no one to call my own,
Reaping all that others have sown.
