I keep a world tucked away in
my hand,
Away from greedy onlookers,
Away from those that wouldn’t understand.
Fortress of Solitude of mine,
Where all my nightmares intertwine.
A desolate place
Where my emotions are at strife.
A fertile imagination
That will never spring life.
This sterile void is a theater
of war,
A safe harbor rotten to the core.
The kind of temple only sinners roam.
But this is my world!
When did it become so cold?
Apathy has seeped in.
Deprived of thoughts,
I don’t know where to begin.
Everyone needs a personal
refuge,
Only mine has turned ruinous.
No longer a place of bliss,
My inner self erodes in this derelict abyss.
Captive of a prison I created,
A weary soul, a life long jaded.
Should I perish tonight,
Instill yourself with bountiful vigor,
Rid my solace of this chilling rigor.
I love rhyming free-form, that doesn't really follow a pattern, persay. It keeps it from becoming too cheesy. There's some really great stand-out lines in this.
This sterile void is a theater of war,
A safe harbor rotten to the core.
The kind of temple only sinners roam.
But this is my world!
I love it. :)
Great frustrated work...I really felt stressed reading it. Everybody has their place, but it is nice when the one place we go to when we aren't feeling straight is no longer needed and a better place emerges. Super sweet...loved it.
I love rhyming free-form, that doesn't really follow a pattern, persay. It keeps it from becoming too cheesy. There's some really great stand-out lines in this.
This sterile void is a theater of war,
A safe harbor rotten to the core.
The kind of temple only sinners roam.
But this is my world!
I love it. :)
The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..