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Escaping Your Decaying Eyes

Running from this pain
From your treacherous cries
Leaving behind the past
Sealed in your decaying eyes

Tripping on the limbs
As the forest pulls my hair
Roots wrapping around my ankles
I scream, "I NEVER SHOULD'VE CARED!!!"

Tears streaming down my face
Nothing is in sight
Engulfed within this prison
By the darkness of the night

Trying more to pick up speed
Feeling trapped within this place
Every few seconds
I see your trembling face

My legs are getting weak
Much harder now to breathe
But no, I won't stop running
'Till freedom I receive

Ahead I see a gate
As the moonlight leads my way
"You'll never make it through this..."
The night echoing what you say

Bats flying now in front of me
Hearing the screeching of their voice
Trying so hard to destroy me
But I've already made my choice

Closer now to the gate
More hell along this path
Hundreds of trees ... Thousands of roots
More beating from this wrath

It seems so close to me
Yet, still so far away
I've been running for months ... for years
No, it hasn't just been today

I'm getting so much weaker now
I can hardly even stand
My body's so unstable
As I read my shaking hand

I've finally reached the point
The gate is right ahead
Completely covered in thorns
I barely make it or I'm dead

This gate reaches twenty feet
So it's impossible to climb
There's a tiny little gap
I must be outta my fucking mind

This gap is barely big enough
So my body will barely fit
There's no turning back
I'm here ... this is it

My body's a little hesitant
At first, it doesn't budge
Talking it through the process
I give it a little nudge

Standing now here at the gate
Fearful of what's to come
I'm hoping the pain is just so bad
That everything'll be numb

My hands are placed on either side
Slowly sliding into this hell
The thorns are jabbing deeply
Never so loudly have I yelled

I feel them ripping at my skin
It's tearing me apart
They seem to just go deeper
Inches from my heart

This pain is so unreal
But it's over when I'm through
Who would've ever thought
I'd be dying because of you

Hopefully if I don't stop now
I'll be weak, but not dead
But if I stop for a single moment
The end I know I'll dread

Memories of you are haunting me
With every thorn I feel
But once I get over our past
I'll finally be able to heal

I push a little harder
I'm so close now to the end
Only a couple more memories
Then my heart can truly mend

One more memory ... one more thorn
But, of course, it's the biggest one
All I can think about is
"Just one more ... You're almost done."

Broken ... bruised ... and bloody
Lying on the ground
Finally I made it through
I am no longer bound

These thorns dripping with blood
As frozen now in time
No other way to explain it
The blood dripping is mine

Looking back at the fence
The memories I erased
Still unable to stand
But my past I finally faced

I'll lay here for awhile
Broken, torn, and weak
Until I'm finally ready
And happiness I seek

My entire body must regrow
To be stronger than before
Roses grow upon the fence
To prove, in life, there's more

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  • The Sage
    December 5, 2007
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    Wow, I like it very much, great job.


  • Myjoy gold member
    December 4, 2007

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    wow that was a lot of random stuff. It was good, the green is hard to read sometimes. I think you need to change that so you can get more out of the words.


  • nitefire
    December 4, 2007

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    "Felling trapped within this place" I think you meant Feeling or Falling, I liked the tone of this poem. I did feel like it lost is focus a couple time but over all above average.


  • Sean Wins
    December 4, 2007

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    Umm... WOW!

    When reading this, such a great, dark, emotional film is playing in my mind.
    Everything about this poem reminds me of you...
    Pushing through when it gets tough..
    Striving for the best, even through the crap.
    This deserves at least 4 applause in my opinion.

    From fangs to this, whats to come?
    I'm looking forward to it!
    Seanathon