You

A swelling of fear-

a tear of the soul-

a tempting growth,

As the heart floats upward.

A hint of depression,

as the lungs begin to flare

and your eyes grow weary.

Staring at the emotionless, senseless 

walls of no color

Smoothness of air brushes you uncomfortably.

The only scent is of peppermint.

The scent that must know.

The white is of that which is surrounding you.

The red is of the stained something that should have never been.

The room where they find who the master of your destiny is...

You

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

An interesting piece...what I took from this was a bit of a "suicide" feel. Someone who has given up on life and become the master of his own destiny in terms of when he leaves the world. I got this feeling from the ideas of "straining lungs", "senseless staring", and especially the last lines that involve color--"the red is of the stained something that should have never been". I'm not sure if I'm reading this correctly, but it doesn't really matter...we all take our own feelings and apply them to what we read. Overall, a well done piece!

[JoSephMacGown]

Thanks! I think maybe it is a little suicidal, but more than that it is pretty subjective as you described...

[Mina Salva]

i love it but i don't really catch your meaning at the last three lines :/

[JoSephMacGown]

I think I accidentally pressed the down arrow---meant nothing by that... sorry. But yeah, thanx for the review and whatnot. I really can't explain it well- I guess the idea was something like this room of discovering yourself- within yourself- and it's like referring back to the peppermint and stuff...I don't know

[Mina Salva]

Ah ok :)

[lonelydreamer]

Very vague, but interesting. I like it...

[JoSephMacGown]

well thank you... I think that in general everything I do is kind of vague. I think I'm just a vague person- and that's kind of how I go about life... so it kind of represents me personally in that way. Also when I write poetry- it's usually not about something specific- it's about something that's vague to me- and I just kind of let words describing that abstract something in my head flow from my subconscious.