So here’s a poem I made a month or two ago and, I thought I’d do something different. I wanted to make a dark one… And obviously these poems do not reflect who I am but maybe you can say a portrait or a snapshot of how I felt at a certain period of time.
Well here it is.
Free me
Sickly enmeshed in gunk,
staring blind into the dead grey sky.
Slowly chewed within
by little creatures unseen;
cackling away,
only teeth marks portray.
Failing limbs pulled in
the miry clay.
Where is your escape?
Oh frail mind? Where?
Sinking, sinking…
Where art thou sun?
Where? Your rays that bring the day?
That so warmeth the clouds
red soft soothing rays…
The abounding ground
this pit it surrounds,
are pitifully marked with attempts.
They decorate this jail
with such mockery and jest.
Only an echo of what is
remains, but distant…
Only heard by compassionate discerning minds.
Free me…
