TrueNoble - Poetry

The End of Days

End of Days - by Nathaniel Hammel Everything is a mess You left me alone to die alone, Money, Pain, Love and Hate. Was that satisfying for you? Your end of days are near. Get used,


Why does Loneliness Feel Like Wildfire

My heart being saddened by this rainy day as I sit by myself on this rock of memories. Even a small hint of anger I can feel rising from the depths and into the air! I love passion, but a lot of time it's bites me in


They Won't Let Me Burn

The moments that are growing all around me know deep inside what should be. Like a path that set sail on the lands of ever-more, this is the emotions felt on its shore. Drawing me the way that I must go. Through bold places that


A Really Dark Night Tonight

Soulless master-pieces spread the night this night. Low beams from the shadows linger half in sight. Street lamps flicker and and make noises as bugs fry. Empty streets lay silent and uninhabitable, no lie. Nights like this only exist


My Son

My Son … You're almost there my son, laying there in your last bed as medications struggle to give you peace. You haven't had this in a long time, and I’ve shed my pain through half closed eyes. You never deserved thi