Lost to Contrition

... need editing but is still a nice piece.

 

 

The ran dies on your windowsill

Pattering on the glass

Shattering into a million pieces

And you just watch

 

A light flickers next door

As you see her throw the lamp at the wall

Still plugged in

Connected to its source

 

Your eyes are transfixed

Knowing the prudent course is to turn

Look away form the fight

But it reminds you of your past

 

Of the fight that keeps you locked

Inside yourself, inside your room

With a bitter taste

Of a forbidden memory

 

You stare blankly into your room

Your eyes slowly adjust to the dark

All that's in your room is a bed

White sheets to blend into your white walls

 

You sit there wishing you had

A lamp to throw

Or someone to be mad at

But like your walls your life is blank

Author's Note

do what you must, and don't hold back.

Reviews

[III The Wordsmith]

Man I wish this didn't remind me of my life right now. Anyway the only thing I saw that was wrong was the line "Of the fight that keeps you locked" that kinda messed with the rhythm of the poem. Everything else looked good. I played like an ad for depression in my head . This was a good piece

[Legion]

A lamp to through - throw

This is brilliant in such a subtle way. One either lives with the passion and all its good and bad or lives without it in stark snow-blindness. Well written. I think this will go in my favorites. Bravo.