Incarcerated

A rather odd piece about friends. Written to the sounds of pattering rain.

Incarcerated

It is raining; a slow steady rain; hues of begrudging rain.

A melancholy lemon, an acidic bliss, tantalizing kiss"Oh how does it burn!

Watching through stained glass; swirling patterns of tears; do we see the same thing?

Peeling, fading, year old wall-flowers; green and red" Clashing opposites. 

An unblended solution on my walls. 

There is no room for imperfection.

Cleanse them all.

What started as reflection has become without"without reflection 

A dagger for my release; a pointed muse so to see.

I see detail, tints of you. little things; perhaps nothing true.

You are innocent; until proven guilty.

Thus are the laws of man.

Maybe it’s your eyes; lakes of murky green. 

That keep my head so far under the water; my chin tucked so closely to the ground.

What is it I cannot see? Let me lift my head to breathe.

This death is soundless; no scarlet dashes to trace your fingers. 

These chains, though not physical, have you bound close.

With eyes of sapphique" colors of a false messiah. 

Blink thrice; but not twice, let nothing slip by at the close of your eyes.

Why is it harder to part with smoke?

Hear my voice, clear and soft, I speak these words not out of trust" but respect for your being.

If I am your incarceration; the jailer to your doors, the captain to your torpid soul.

Here is the key.

There is the door.

Lift your head to breathe.

Don’t dream a dream:

Incarcerated

.صيف د

Author's Note

Inspiration?

Honestly; I don’t know.
This was just a bunch of pretty words and phrases that were dancing around my head.
Plus it was raining when I wrote this .
I was talking about people.
More specifically; friends.
It’s an idea.
It’a a feeling.

I have my clockwork friends....... and then I just have people.
Buttons that I have scattered about.
Not quite sure if they match with my plaid shirt.
Gently placing them back if so.

I dunno.
This was a calming piece....

I made several nods in this poem to so many things.
No, No.
Not here to stay.
Just passing through...

Why would I use the word “Incarcerated” to describe friends.... Maybe even lovers. ?
I wouldn’t say friends...lovers... or etc.. But maybe a certain type of people.
The ones your parents don’t particularly like.
The ones you’re always getting in trouble with.
The ones who can never truly show you their worth.

Why are these people the hardest to let go?
What a backwards world.
In a way.
They are your incarceration.

By all means.
Let me be your liberation when I say.
If I am your incarceration.
Here is the key.
There is the door.
And this is now.

Lift your head to breathe~

YT,

Summer.

P.S: I made a lot of nods to pieces of literature. It doesn’t matter if you know them or not. I made a lot of nods to people I know; it doesn’t matter if you realize them or not.

Just another piece for the books~
Not a dagger but more of a muse....
All due credits of inspiration.. to their rightful owners.


YT,

Summer.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

What I like here is the very powerful imagery you use, strong and lyrical language in a thoughful and reflective poem, good work.

[Tammera]

I love this soooo much. The way the words flow together, yet still burning a hole in my heart. Flowing like soda. Lol, I really like this, keep it up. Amazing

[Jasmine Thousand]

This is such a beautiful poem! *adds to library*
Amazing! I love the title, the picture, the entire poem...amazing poem.


Maybe it’s your eyes; lakes of murky green.
^^favorite stanza^^

I can almost hear the rain in the poem. It's such an amazing piece!!!

~*Jasmine Thousand~*

[Lydia]

I really liked this. I also love the title.

[Summer'sBreeze]

Wow Summer, this is really beautiful!
I love it!!
*100*