The voices-
They are like the moon-
A cheap secondhand version
A stolen glimpse of paradise.
But it is light years away;
And I am on earth,
Confined by gravity’s
Vicious cycle,
Held down like a madman
By a straight jacket-
I can hear them, the voices,
But I may not respond.
I am confined by paralysis;
By the chains of some
Inappropriate awakening,
Somewhere between
Two realities-
They both pull on me,
Tug-of-war, and I am
Helplessly tossed between the two-
I am leaf on the wind,
I am the wave on the sea.
My only lighthouse
Is a cheap imitation.
I am helpless to resist it,
The moth to the light,
I go marching off
To my own demise.
A cheap cremation
And I am ready-
I am ready to go now.
I am ready to go now,
Like you wanted me to.
Author notes
I'm only 13, so I know there are lots of people on here who would be able to give me really good critiques...not negative exactly, just about the good & and the bad instead of just the good...well, if there's any good in this at all lol.
Please tell me what you think
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Ohmygod I love those lines
"I go marching off
To my own demise.
A cheap cremation
And I am ready-
I am ready to go now."
Absolutely brill(iant), lovey. Absolutely brill. As always
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Marvelous
MArvelous write, the peice marches forward pulling one in like an undertoe. Ending saddly after a tourent of raw emotion. I loved the imagry, this would make a good stage peice, performed as intensly and desperatly as the epic reads.
Well Done
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Thank you so much for the comment!!
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