Author: Pheo the Flame PM
Not really a 'love poem' but it was the best fit for the poem. This is about a man who was put in an asylum, hence the whitewashed walls, who is in love with a girl he sees on the streets. Little does he know, she's been watching him as well...Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 696 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-05-11 - id: 2921139
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As I'm told, I'm crazy
Insane and incapable of love
Then what is this feeling that stirs within me
Whenever you come near?
As you're told, you're beautiful
Any man would have you
Yet for some reason I know not
You seem so full of fear.
Why is it you flinch when a man comes up beside you?
Why is it you blush and hide when any male comes near?
If you met me you'd know that not everyone is bad,
Yet I sit here behind these walls.
These whitewashed walls.
Every day I'm told
'Do as the nurses say'
They treat me like a simple child
Who refuses to do naught but play.
Yet look at you, outside, so free
All that I could ever wish to be
Yet they hurt you,
Somewhere deep inside, you're alive no longer.
If ever I could break out
Break out of these whitewashed walls
I'd run to you and tell you
I'd protect you with my life.
Yet still and still I lie awake
Trapped in these whitewashed walls
And pray that God
(For I believe He will listen
Even to a psychopath like me)
Will protect you in the night.
Yet one night, as I lie awake
I hear gentle footsteps down the hall
I awake to your face, staring at me behind the bars.
I finally see in your eyes; deep, pained, scarred.
A gentle gasp escapes your mouth
And then I know not why
But I cross my prison and whisper to you
What I've longed to, looking into your eyes.
"You," I whispered, "Are my angel,
I'd protect you with my life.
I'd kill all those that dare hurt you
With me you'd know not strife.
"My dearest darling angel
You mean so much to me
Your presence kept me alive
In a life without sympathy."
I'd have said more but she hushed me
And smiled and whispered prettily
"You to me are my angel
For I must speak in riddles,
"The one for you and the one for me
Stand across from each other, you see?
For every angel is its wings
I'm yours and you're mine
"We could stay together 'till the end
But tomorrow I'm sentenced to die."
And then I saw what doomed her
It lay upon her hand.
The silver wedding ring
A simple engagement band.
"You," I whispered, "Are my angel.
I'll protect you with my life
I'll break the curse they put on you
I'll kill this man by knife!
"Get the keys to my cell door
We'll run away together
I'll marry you if you marry me
We'll be each other's, forever."
She took a step away from me,
Then turned and left me then
I called after her but when
She didn't turn my hope was crushed, and then reborn again.
She came back with a ring of keys
And a bloody knife in her hand
Unlocked my door and let me out
And then we left. We ran.
So, basically, this is a poem about a man in an asylum who is in love with a young woman who he sees in the street, who has led a life where she was beaten and (possibly, decide for yourself) raped by her father. Little does he know, she has been watching him, and wishes to meet this strange man, who she believes to be some sort of guardian angel.
I could (and would) turn this into a story, if you'd like. Please, review and tell me what you think, I'd appreciate it greatly! (I'm not the best poet, and I know the first two stanzas are different than the rest of the poem, and not all of them are quatrain stanzas, but I welcome any type of constructive criticism.) Thanks for reading this!
Also, I apologize for the dots in between stanzas. I'm using microsoft word doc and even if I edit on the site, it won't save the spaces any other way.