Hiding in the attic,
Clinging to the ceiling,
Arrows from the flowerbed
flew into my window
poisoning me: the intruder.
But I will find the heart of these walls,
to understand the sorrow
in the eyes' windowpane.
In the labyrinth of these halls
I find the horrifying answer.
I descend, taking hope with me
with the hopes that there's an after
after this.
I find myself in the middle of this vast nowhere,
trapped within the corridors.
I'm dreaming of a world imagined
anywhere but here...
Author notes
option 2
A contest entry
- Abstract Options For Bizarre Poets xD by KyleBerg.
1750 points, ended October 8, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow... very abstract and sad (i like it!)
I could really feel the.. insanity in this piece. Your word choice is flawless too.
Thanks for the entry
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