LillyA Poem by night/lightlove my lifeI once had a dream that I went to hell and I was surrounded by miserable people it was much like being alive I was welcomed the fire did not burn and no monster torture just a reddish hue, and angry folk gluttonous, greedy twitches, stylishly vain, lustfully putrid, green eyes burning envious they walked the streets searching to release all the pent up rage cast down over the years possessed by their own unhappiness it seemed the only anguish I felt was self inflicted unhappiness and disdain There were people I loved, no doubt who have sinned and we had fun and laughed got in fights and stole cigarettes though I was unhappy this was not the place for me it was not right "this is not my rest" I protested I separated from the shadows of who i used to know including even myself and I climbed I climbed and I climbed until I reached the peak of a volcano out stretched a blue horizon the wind was warm and soft at constant gentle breeze it was light and every color danced across the sky in perfection swirling in and out of each other the grass smelled clean as I saw in awe the peak guarded an enormous dazzling jeweled frog he spoke to me "you of your own free will I am surpised by your choice of path you have escaped the empty narrows and you deserve now to be free" as I put my eyes out, there was nothing but sky giant trampolines floating up high "go on, go and enjoy your freedom" I jumped across from trampoline onto another, each becoming further then the other it was scary each bound becoming more terrifying even if I did fall I learned that night you can only jump as far as you are willing toleap. I'm not scared any more by wind and grace knowing no bounds the more you let go the higher you go we can fly on after life our creator smiling and watching as the moonlit flower blooms as I wonder if nothing is at home © 2012 night/lightAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on October 24, 2012 Last Updated on October 24, 2012 Authornight/lightNJAboutMy thoughts are carefully carved out of lead. As they all crash down upon my head. more..Writing
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