Immure

I can't be found.

I am immured,

contained within these walls.

 

There is no sound.

I can't be cured and

noone hears my calls.

 

I've wandered round

but I am an indentured

servant to these halls.

 

The harder I pound

this pain is measured

by my constant falls.

 

Once I was crowned

with your treasures,

yet sighs that signaled stalls.

 

Hence I was clowned

by your pleasures.

Left to face it all

 

alone.

Reviews

[Vanessa]

The very first stanza was like a giant, silver hook that nailed me right in the heart.
I thought that this entire piece was easy to relate to, so very easy to relate to. And I love reading things that I feel connected to. Sorry if I've said that before, but that would have to be one of the things that draws me to something.
This part,
"indentured
servant to these halls."
was perfect beyond existence, and it may be my favorite part, other than the feel to the first line, which, as I've said, was amazing.
Fantastic poem.

--Vanessa

[~ Luna Moth ~]

I like the feeling and the flow of this piece. Your emotion comes through clearly.

Nice write.
:-D