Jacob Biehl (2/1/96' / cincinnati)
Sorcery takes my breath away, it catches my tongue, numbs my mind.
What else could it be? I may be hexed, could it be enchantment…
I don’t think it matters, I discover my entire being in shy bind.
My thoughts no longer belong to me, seized, not to be returned.
At all hours, she bears my mind away from anything… everything.
I scream aloud, unable to admit. I need to be saved from myself.
I cannot face that I've fallen, but unlike an angel I had no grace,
I would need it to face my captor, I, too weak to tell.
Bleeding profusely, my heart is not to mend.
I’ll cast it in stone, doesn't mean I'll recover from sleepless night.
Places away, where the world doesn't make sense.
It’s where I can be together with those better than I.
It’s where we live together, captor and willing subject.
The thief who stole my heart, yet without her I am not whole.
For very reason, I cannot bear her down.
As I said, I want to cast my heart in stone,
the weight would pull her from grace…
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