Shadows of clattering glass fallen deep below the surface,
schrieks of yesterday's magnets longing for redemption,
caves of internal shards of regret, I can't handle the curses,
the black crow cries out that it was never his intention.
Underneath I hide...writing books upon books of verses,
I crawl and dig for someone up there to pay attention,
falling further into the cave, I'm filthy and skirmish,
I should've seen the days ahead full of vile tension.
Left forsaken and forlorn there's no way to resurface,
why I stay and live down here I have no comprehension,
fire from my eyes, smoke from my internal furnace,
my contaminated dungeon with six by six dimension.
I can't imagine a life without frightening disturbance,
my dwelling exists in a location beneath life's ascension,
search all you want but we won't find a steady concurrence,
I've learned my harsh lifestyle promotes instant retention.
A great poem lost in the millions a gem in the mire shining with beauty 10/10
Great poem. Stark images, rhymes all work well and flow nicely. Meter is perfectly balanced without a hiccup to be found. And through it all, a message to be had as well. A truly commendable poem. Worthy of the showcase of poem of the day undoubtedly. Congratulations and thanks for sharing
nice poem. Congrats on being poet of the day, Ella! But do come out of hiding and let the merry Sun shine on your face, honey!
Underneath I hide...writing books upon books of verses, I crawl and dig for someone up there to pay attention, falling further into the cave, I'm filthy and skirmis ooooooh you're killing me Ella
Left forsaken and forlorn there's no way to resurface, why I stay and live down here I have no comprehension, fire from my eyes, smoke from my internal furnace, my contaminated dungeon with six by six dimension. this is beautiful....... really beautiful. the choice of words.........your Rhame Scheme.. marvelous. sometimes it clings negative......... a positive note is our prayer..... thank you dear poetess. tony
Great poem Ella. You have used very effective images and language for this age old problem. This internal dungeon full of fear and dangerous apprehensions. How to get out of it is a challenge we are constantly faced with. Your last stanza identifies even the reason for the problem making it a little personal but some thing that many can identify with. Excellent poem! Congratulations for being a member poem.
Underneath I hide...writing books upon books of verses, I crawl and dig for someone up there to pay attention, falling further into the cave, I'm filthy and skirmish ooooooh you're killing me Ella... Somehow it sounds like a response to most of my unanswered questions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writting books upon books. Thanks for sharing.