Madness of a Tormented SoulA Poem by PoeticVandalI have no idea what this is... Just a boring day.
Vivid, dancing shadows in the dark
My sight in this dim darkness a blur, I attempt to feel my way around But my failure never ceases to recur, As i come to a wall my heart does lighten For i imagined the spark of salvation, I followed the wall my hand as my guide But found no escape from my isolation, The wall stretched all around me Trapping me in its dark cold tomb, The prickly stab of realisation Filled my heart with a dread of doom, I sat therein muttering my end is near Im trapped in this endless night I sat in silence mourning my plight My mind conjuring up scenes Each more dreadful than the last My heart kept asking over and over How came you to such an end But alas my memory is without answer I claw at the wall in desperation The dense dark render me breathless I felt the cold drops of perspiration Drenching my person with wet chill At the trench of my misery a scent comforted me A scent of spring, of roses dear Newfound hope soon gripped my mind I snapped back to my senses And with a sane and sound mind I soon took to thinking In a house without doors or windows How could i have made my unwilling nest Without much thought i looked upwards And saw to my delight A small crevise of light sneaking its way From where the wall met the roof I mustered up my strength and made a mighty leap My fingers dug into the crevise I hoisted myself upwards And broke through the roof For the roof was not more than Cardboard hiding me from my freedom The first rays of day fell upon face And I laughed a hearthy roar, I looked back at my prison but found no trace, Just a path i had tread sometime before, I merrily whistled a tune and continued on the beaten path With not so much a glance behind...... © 2013 PoeticVandalAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2012 Last Updated on January 3, 2013 Tags: dark, fear, hope, phase of life AuthorPoeticVandalDubai, Karama, United Arab EmiratesAboutI began writing almost 5 years ago, but not as much as i have in the past year or so.. Though I may have years behind me, I am but a hatch-ling in the world of writing...... That being said, please r.. more..Writing
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