The thunder shatters reason
And consumes every sound;
I can't hear the thoughts
That praised,
That delivered me from the shadows
Where I hid.
Winds visciously pounding the walls-
The poltergeist of my mind.
I can't sense safety or hope
In this moment-
Not ever.
Only thorns jutting from every crevice
Of my stems.
I feel the chains re-embrace
And sink through flesh and bones.
Uncontrollable tears rushing down
In a mockingly gentle torrent.
The outside is barricaded by this,
This unholy guard;
Cut-off from me.
All that I see is your silhouette
Making promises that you wanted to keep.
And me,
Wishing that I could be what you need.
Author notes
Sometimes I want to curl into a ball and just cry. I just want to cry.
Please tell me what you think
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I'm sorry...I know what you mean. Sometimes, it is really tempting to just curl up and go away for a while.
I really like the strong storm-like imagery in this. IT sort of creates this prison-like quality to the poem, like the words are just a jail for your emotions, like the truest essence is hidden behind them. Also, it gives the poem a color, as weird as that sounds. This poem, to me, seems really gray, really dark.
I think the ending is the best part. It's really strong. Great work...even though I hope things get better for you.
~blessings~
~rora
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Thanks. I think life just has a tendency to get overwhelming; everything always hits you at the same time.
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