Author: Ever The Great Fool PM
This poem is about the weariness I feel in life. Hope you enjoy. And thanks to Bobby for editing. :P. Further thanks to elegantraven for giving me ideas to improve my poem furtherRated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 335 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-25-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2366944
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Tranquility prevails over transient meadows,
Pale wisps hover above shimmering rainbows,
I look beyond my dusty windows,
Admiring the beauties that nature bestows.
Gold streaks down in a graceful dance,
Upon the land azure skies glance,
I had seen this scenery only once,
But it had me left in an ephemeral trance.
Birds fly high above lush canopies,
Singing aloud cheerful melodies,
I stood there thinking of those tragedies,
Caught in never ending rhapsodies.
The silver moon grins a wicked crescent,
The golden sun frowns in its descent,
The stench of rain cloaks the vile scent,
While lunacy makes its final ascent.
This decrepit sanctum hides in depressing gloom,
Cobwebs conquering corners of this forsaken room,
There stands creaking remnants of an oakwood loom,
That weaved the fate of my imminent doom.
The wrought iron clasps bound me tight,
I can't break free with all my might,
I stay helpless in this dreadful plight,
Only wishing to see that beam of light.
There's no more hope if I can be saved,
From this life which I was cruelly enslaved,
Those things I once so insanely craved,
Lay shattered in nightmares now deeply engraved.
It leaves me wondering why I was deserted,
Why I am often left alone and alienated,
I feel so insignificant and so humiliated,
As if I had been completely derogated.
They are the gargantuan giants towering,
I am but a puppet whimpering,
Deep within me rage might be boiling,
But their unfeeling gaze sends me reeling.
They said I was different entirely,
That I am a displaced anomaly,
Perhaps that isn't true completely,
Since no one speaks honestly.
Now I wonder why I didn't have the gall,
To erect between us a sturdy brick wall,
To excoriate the words that caused my fall,
Abhorrence and regret fills this hollowed hall.
Nothing's left for me to ponder,
Consequences I shall not consider,
Harsh winds that made me shudder,
Just leave me to my eternal slumber.
Let me sleep.