As silence looms and darkness blooms-
I reach out into nothingness in these rooms-
The emptimess that resides here glooms-
Dark and deep, Hollow and quick, in these rooms-
Just a mat, pen, roll of paper, and a rat-
Nothing more given me, No clothes-You sat-
To listen to my song about a big black bat-
That rescued me from my confines so flat-
In these rooms I scream and I cry-
In these rooms I sleep and I sigh-
In these rooms I'm nothing and I'm high-
In these rooms I wither and I die-
Turn me loose and let me go
Don't make me stay - say it's not so-
I promise I'll go just as you, so slow-
Please let me go, please let me glow-
Once and for all I want to find peace-
In these rooms that kill my sense of ease-
Again I wonder will it ever cease?
Or am I to lose again on my life this lease?
Author notes
http://web.syr.edu/~jkort/blogger/StartRoom.jpg
A contest entry
- WANTED: CONTEST WHORES by Poetry In Motion.
600 points, ended January 30, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Dark, but well-conceived and well written. I enjoyed this.
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this one really struck a cord w/me. do we ever really find this thing called "peace", which I've spent many days and years in search of and never found? The third stanza is killer-and right on target. wonderful write, and best of luck in the contest my friend.
~Monica
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T hanks Monica. I reallly apppreciate it. I doubt i'll even win an HM but I write what tugs at my heart and that pic did the trick.
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