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Sep 22
Darkness is bright.. A deafening sight. Absence of the knees brought by the plight.

Dropped without falling.

A gut wrenched, now fouling.

Empty air..  lungs gasping, lie bare.

Heart lay slain,  the mind - nowhere.


The doorway gets farther, every time you stare.

The darkness blinds, the more it knows you care.

A carrot on a line, guilt hung from a stick; taking those it blinds and making their souls sick.. sick, stick to which it's stuck, feeding while it *****.

Your life it has tasted, your love it now plucks.


Powerful it says, that of which I am.

Look at me and listen up! Look at me, I am.

Eyes fall aside. Shaken strait you've been. Look at me and believe me.

I'm telling you I am.

I'll make you feel, I'll make you hear, all I say I am.

Now say that you fear me, this is my demand.

Don't look away, or tune your ears down.. ****!

I'm claiming I have power, I tell you with my hand. By making you feel small, I'll feel like the man.


The show is but a shade. Paper thin. Poorly made.

The illusion: a charade, hiding the facade.

With attention they deceive- the love of who believe.

They show you empty palms, with something up their sleeve.

Do not look.. you will not see.

Just use your gut, and you shall be free.

Reach out with trust, trusting what's inside.

You've just opened the door, and let the light inside.

Gentle breeze and whispering sun, tingle as you sigh, warming up your heart, and letting your soul fly.

You've never lost your power. I hope you'll see just why, you are so important- so precious I could cry..  

None else could string such words, not even if they tried.

Not unless they knew you. Not unless they cried. 

None else could feel - these thoughts I now direct. Overcome I am taken, over swept by such depth.

You are so much more, on any given day.. and like a Genie I'd set you free, if I had my way.

If I had a wish.. just one, I would say- Id ask what made you happy and send you on your way.
Open to suggestions. I'm only so great with grammer lol
Clayman
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Clayman  41/M/The dance floor
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