I have pleabargained
with the face
of insanity,
While strumming
my guitar
of hatred,
Singing hymns
from the bible
of depression.
Ugliness mastered.
Drowning in blood,
mine, on the floor
of heartache.
Why do I beg
the hallway of darkness
to reappear?
Why do I beg
its brass doors to open
so I can enter once more?
Have I not had enough?
Why do I dwell
in this place of
loneliness,
sheltering my pains
with solitude?
Why must I
be afraid
of the light?
not sure where this is going
Comments
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GREAT Job on this poem! It is so neat, and deep. Thoughts from the soul.
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This poem rocks = It's something that a lot of young people can truely relate to in fear and the unknown - Of what they are hiding from, Brilliantly penned.
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The last phrase brings it all together. Why must I be afraid of the light? This poem reminds me alot of something that Starbuck from Moby Dick might of chicken scratched... very symbolical in that perspective... I love it. 2 clappy things
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