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I am in darkness now , no light
Nothing to shine and show me the way
It is as a tomb
A place that is sealed off
From the very life that surrounded me
And yet that is no longer present within me to do

In a way, it's solitude, and protects me from harm
Yet it seals the free spirit in me that wants to live
And yet is so lost in the net that has entrapped it
Surrounding its light, that once shone
And has now become only a small ember
That threatens to go out with every tear
That sheds upon its glow

There is a part deep down inside of me
That cries out to live , to exist
But it sees no hope
For now it grows only weaker
Its useless fight goes on and on loosing ground
Yet it holds on being tossed
And turned through out the storm

That has envaded its prescense
And threatens to bring it to its end
Its claws dig into fight to the bitter end
Leaving marks along the the ground
That shows its loss and not its gain
It continues to fight, its voice cries out in the darkness
And yet it has no volume

The storm ragges on drowning out the voice of life
That wants to go on, choking the sound of its cries
Its intenisity becomming more and more profound
That the small ember of light that once glowed so bright
That the sun was envious grows even weaker now
No one, nothing, seeing or hearing its plea

It is as a strong storm on a sea
With waves ragging threatening to engulf its very soul
And take it to the bottomless pit
That will be its final resting place
And still it fights knowing in the end all is lost


Contributed by Andrea Waters from South Carolina



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