J is for Judgement

I dont know how I would describe this poem quite yet for I am not done with it at the present time. I am sure in the future there will be a better description for this.

 

Kept hostage in front of your eyes,

the shackles and chains,

jingle lightly in the breeze.

Standing here on a count of purgery,

in this full courtyard scene,

people hissing and throwing such fits.

The pink cherry blossom petals,

floating to this hard earthen floor,

the trees all casting cool shadows,

the stones of these walls around me,

a pale gray at the least,

they leave me feeling something such as empty.

These are hard times,

and I confess that I am guilty,

the tears trickling down lush cheeks,

my body trembling from such anguish.

None are innocent here,

a sea of rapists and murderers,

and yet I stand here for a simple statement,

"There is no hope for me anymore."

These people called friends are persecuting me for my beliefs,

what a tyranny I face,

trying to free myself from the mentioned charge.

The judge coming forward in the shape of a heart,

draped in a cloak of hard ivory ribs,

Here to punish me.

He will bang the gavel three times,

once for the time I gave up on god,

a second for when I gave up on myself,

and a third for when I shunned the crowd and anyone else who came to mine chamber door.

And the hard, cold smack of wood upon wood leaves my ears ringing,

I am sentenced to be exiled from agony in any form.

They will drag me to the fields,

the scent of honey and creme fill my nostrils,

sweet, soft music playing in the background of everything,

a light and misty breeze making my hair flutter carelessly.

Everything is too calm,

nothing resounds with the ringing of bullets,

or the shouts of the children left alone,

and I weep for those I left behind.

I had no control of such things,

seeing their faces dance upon the clouds above.

I am sitting under the trunk of a large apple tree,

scarred names of lovers long passed,

even a rusted locket from a girl long ago,

and she comes clearly,

my beautiful childhood friend Dulcinea.

She was pale and slender for the ages,

even when pressed to the asphalt,

her mother holding her still,

til everything was silent.

And my heart begins to pound,

my breathing increasing,

my vision is blurring.

I am able to grab the locket,

but it slips from my touch,

and hysteria is setting in on me,

but I stop short of insanity and realize something great.

It doesn't matter where they send me,

for there is nothing I can do,

and there is no punishment greater,

then the long suppressed memories,

to be left with a heart shredded from this.

So I sit there,

a haggard mess of dirt and tears,

knowing that I am here now,

for a full life time sentence,

knowing in reality I will be tormented evermore,

knowing there is no escape,

and knowing that ultimately,

judgement has been passed unto me,

true and fair.

Reviews

[LlamaLord]

Very interesting.. I'm still not sure exactly what you're talking about lol. However, I do know that there is beautiful imagery and a very well thought out flow. Nicely done! :)

-Austin