writing The cage

[Finesthour 7,287]

The shackles that are wrapped around my heart,

they have been here for years.

It beats slowly, hoping to someday escape from it's prison.

After a few years, it gave up.

It started to shrivel and die, all hope lost.

The room that my heart resided turned black and grey.

Cobwebs of deception and lies covered the walls,

the pain of everything covering my existence.

Suddenly, a light appeared in the room on a quiet Sunday night.

My heart tried to run, but the light came in too quickly.

The cobwebs on the walls evaporated, lost into the halls.

The light slowly set itself into the base of my heart, the darkness fading away quickly.

The pain seemed to slip away, the bad memories lost.

The light made home at the base of my heart, sharing it's light around the entire room.

Now my heart beats for the light.

It beats for you, Alex.

[Tom 891]

[jealousy] Dammit Finest, stop being so good at writing and drawing. You're making me look bad. [/jealousy]

 

Congratulations, and well done on another brilliant poem.

Edited February 4, 2012 by Tom