I haven't written any poems in a long time but my Therapist thought I should give it a shot again. I just wanted to share it with you all I hope you like it.
I sit upon the cold stone floor, looking for the unseen door. Knowing that there must be more, searching for something to adore.
Then a voice speaks clear as day, my head darts every which way. I’m alone in this place I stay, my mind must be going astray.
I bring myself to my feet, hoping the sorrowful voice will repeat. I slowly open my mouth to greet, but it responds with a simple caveat.
I claw and scratch at my eyes, the words you spoke must be lies. The sound of footsteps starts to rise, I hear the echoes of distant cries.
I sense the shadow slowly appear, its face starts to become clear. The lone face that I fear, “Is it my hope you’ve come to commandeer?”
I stumble backwards into the wall, it is the only thing stopping my fall. The shadow moves forward as if to brawl, I raise my hands hoping to stall.
Its grip gets tighter as I gasp for air, I beg it to stop but he doesn’t care. He stands over me with an evil glare, I don’t know how much more I can bear.
He begins to smile and continue the assault, but as quick as it started it comes to a halt, before he leaves he says it’s all my fault. “This was released from your vault.”
Sweat streaks down my dirty face, I look around this dreary place. My heart struggles to keep its pace, I replace the lock just in case.
I sit upon the cold stone floor, looking for the unseen door. Knowing that there must be more, searching for something to adore.
Then a voice speaks clear as day, my head darts every which way. I’m alone in this place I stay, my mind must be going astray.
I bring myself to my feet, hoping the sorrowful voice will repeat. I slowly open my mouth to greet, but it responds with a simple caveat.
I claw and scratch at my eyes, the words you spoke must be lies. The sound of footsteps starts to rise, I hear the echoes of distant cries.
I sense the shadow slowly appear, its face starts to become clear. The lone face that I fear, “Is it my hope you’ve come to commandeer?”
I stumble backwards into the wall, it is the only thing stopping my fall. The shadow moves forward as if to brawl, I raise my hands hoping to stall.
Its grip gets tighter as I gasp for air, I beg it to stop but he doesn’t care. He stands over me with an evil glare, I don’t know how much more I can bear.
He begins to smile and continue the assault, but as quick as it started it comes to a halt, before he leaves he says it’s all my fault. “This was released from your vault.”
Sweat streaks down my dirty face, I look around this dreary place. My heart struggles to keep its pace, I replace the lock just in case.
