Post by Windflurry on Nov 5, 2011 20:54:54 GMT -6
(A poem I spent time working on.)
I seem to be concealed in my own fragment of darkness
Where the walls close in and the melodic songs of the birds are not heard
My heart’s beat suddenly slows down until it has finally sees
My voice hollers but only gives it’s own reply
The sound of weary cries and dreadful moans
The smell of blood fills the terrain
A tear streams down and drops on the cold dusty earth
Heavy rain pours and my blood grows cold through my veins
My heart is taken and I feel the clouds covering up the only light that is visible to my eyes
Suddenly it is pitch black
But this atmosphere feels different
I feel light and faint
My heart has returned as did the beat
The sound seems calming
It replaces the tune of the birds I once heard
The smell of blood depletes
Soon my heart lurches and I lie awake in my bed
Could this have been all a nightmare?
No… It had felt so real and I know what it means
It is that nightmare that awaits me, the nightmare called reality
I seem to be concealed in my own fragment of darkness
Where the walls close in and the melodic songs of the birds are not heard
My heart’s beat suddenly slows down until it has finally sees
My voice hollers but only gives it’s own reply
The sound of weary cries and dreadful moans
The smell of blood fills the terrain
A tear streams down and drops on the cold dusty earth
Heavy rain pours and my blood grows cold through my veins
My heart is taken and I feel the clouds covering up the only light that is visible to my eyes
Suddenly it is pitch black
But this atmosphere feels different
I feel light and faint
My heart has returned as did the beat
The sound seems calming
It replaces the tune of the birds I once heard
The smell of blood depletes
Soon my heart lurches and I lie awake in my bed
Could this have been all a nightmare?
No… It had felt so real and I know what it means
It is that nightmare that awaits me, the nightmare called reality
