Sitting, staring,
in a metal room,
it's solid doors conceal my doom
enrage from grief, beyond belief
comes dents and scrapes and scares (sinking deep in my burning heart)
I pound and pound onto the ground but it doesn't get me far
the only source of sane,
is beyond two metal bars
torn
and trapped,
I never adapt...
to taking ones' side
rolling,
from left to right,
swaying,
tired
tired
don't want to fight,
I'd rather leave,
and escape this confining tomb
the writing on the walls,
speak back to me every day,
they scream and whisper,
go that way! No, that way!
pulled from left to right,
the walls! they grasp me hard,
my hands throb and burn,
but never turn to char ("Let the pain end!" I implode)
they are wrapped in barbed wire,
and those,
tiny
metal
bars
being almost crucified,
my mind can not bare
I plead and beg for mercy
can someone fix this tear?
the writing on the wall screams again,
You! It's you! Now go!
I grudge and whine
it's never fine
the only source of light is a bantam crack
I try to crawl to it
but taking ones' side only gets me torn back
by cromequaz
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this is a really really beautiful poem. It's sad, no it's agonizing. What happened to you to make you feel this way? Were you betrayed by friends? Is that what made your heart so sore, and showed you a painful reality? I am sitting here in Philadelphia wishing I could give you a hug right now.
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ReplyDeleteI think you are feeling the pain of someone who is deeply committed to not responding to anger with anger. you will soon learn to let it go once it passes through you. it is a hard process but a wise one
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