Struck

Kind of a mix of some stuff that's going on in my brain

 

 

Why am I here?

Melting in my own fear.

What am I doing?

Why do I wait?

Just like a hook ...

hanging without bait.

 

Whoever calls the shots

called it.

So-

I'm done.

Isn't it about time I run?

 

But I can't-

I am stuck....

sitting there as the thunder struck

 

I was falling

but I'm holding on-

just not with my arms, they're not strong

and not with my mind, it'd be done all wrong.

It's with my heart.

It's my heart that holds on,

 my heart that's strong

when the sun is gone,

the moon falls down,

and I hit the ground...

 

When the thunder strikes-

and it struck before

until I could hardly bear it anymore...

...But whether by rope

or by thread,

I've held on

even when inside I feel dead

 

So now I'm stuck

once again, sitting there

as the thunder struck.

 

 

Author's Note

All of this has it's own meaning for me of course, but I'm curious to see what it might mean to someone else reading it. I wouldn't have posted it otherwise, so if you're willing to share, I'd like to know what it makes you think of.

Reviews

[Alexander Fox]

Dude, you sure that you have enough of descartes rock emotions lying around? I felt like that was the perfect breakup poem. So many memories of a heart that refused to break flashed through my head. I pray yours keeps that.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

... I think your work is getting darker. That's a good thing; you're style is really being developed, and it's developing fast.

The first two stanzas began this poem excellently; pondering always works. lol ^^ And then, the rest of this poem kind of made me feel trapped in a nightmare... or Purgatory. ;) I really liked the imagery in this piece, especially "my heart that's strong/when the sun is gone,/the moon falls down,/and I hit the ground..."; that was deep and very well-thought out.

Keep up the great work! I enjoyed reading this very much! :)

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood