Patiently WaitingA Poem by ShahrierIn the depths of my room, I lay and wait Dreaming of revenge of the people I hate But then I think of my nobility and it’s clear to me Revenge is not part of my personality In the belly of the beast I slowly decompose Dead from the painfully lethal dose I cannot fight it; it’s not in my blood Wash me down with a sudden flood Under the sun I wait as the water drains away from my skin My blood turns into syrup, my muscles turn skeletal thin My brain starts to boil in the vessel that’s my head The vultures fly over me, waiting to be fed In the dark alleyway, I lay on the street bleeding As the time ticks by, I can feel my life is slipping A knife dug deep into my back, there is no forgiving I lay there already dead, from the world I’m slowly fading As the fire consumes my body, I just lay there silently I can feel the pain as it keeps on burning me I can feel its heat as it travels to my very core They just watch me burn as they stand by the door The lights go out; I’m alone in the dark Six feet under, left without a spark The monsters creep closer, I want to scream Wishing this reality was just a dream As worms feed, I’m eaten alive Let alone thriving, I can barely survive The soil and I, becoming as one Slowly forgotten, remembered by none. Am I not meant for this world, why does it hurt so much? Is this world just full of blood lust, sickened by my touch? Cast into the void, why is there so much hate? Why in the shadows I must lie and wait? © 2014 ShahrierReviews
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Added on January 18, 2014Last Updated on January 18, 2014 AuthorShahrierColma, CAAboutI’m a teen poet. I have started writing poetry for a while now, and my ability improves with each poem I write. I want to make a name for myself. I want to be noticed. All I need is a chance. more..Writing
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