Surrender

Describes itself.

Today's a song. A different song.

She cannot help but sing along.

Even when the words are lies.

She sings her fears, she sings her cries.

 

She cannot stop. She cannot lull.

Even when the words are dull.

Death's boney hand will clog her spot.

Until that day, the words pour out.

 

Unfaltering but with purpose, you see.

The only one who will hear it is he.

Therefore, she must continue until she heard,

by the only one who understands her words.

 

The grasp of her heart that he must seize,

will finally set the captive free.

At least to her knowledge this is so.

He has known her longer though.

As if he fathered every thought,

that's run through her head,

even ones she's forgot.

 

A puppet in his games some say.

But they don't know.

These aren't games they play.

 

But what even they can still not fathom,

is that death tried but could still not have him.

Because he had bigger mountains to cross,

and seas to part to find the lost.

 

And now that he can claim his prize,

he finds his glory in her eyes.

Now she can finally halt her cries,

her speech that was unbound.

 

Silence like neither of them have ever known,

and it is the most beautiful sound.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

The most interesting and exciting story
written as a poem, but containing all the
essentials of life; romance, love, pathos
and loss.
Simply beautiful.
------ Eagle Cruagh

[Tai Ryens]

You drew me into this amazing world with very descriptive imagery and emotions. Well done.

[just is]

Wow, I totally loved this,
you are very talented.
Very poetic piece.

[Schadenfreude]

This is wonderful. Drew me in from the first line and I loved it :)

[pixieheart97]

Wow. This is amazing. I love it. I feel like something is out of place though. Keep writing. I can't wait to read more!

[recantichize]

i really enjoy the content and language! a really nice piece. certain areas lacked the lovely flow of the overall work though.