Poison In A Bottle

I hear a voice,
a beautiful voice in the dark of the night
The cold mist swirling all around me

My sandy blond hair twirling
and spinning with the rhythm of the wind
My white skin bathed in the moon light

My blue eyes sparkle and glow
with tears not yet shed

All the sudden this odd feeling inside me rises to the top,

slowly creeping, consuming my mind, my thoughts,

my lungs, and my heart

 

A sound, a beautiful sound comes out of my mouth
It changes into this beautiful sad song
All my emotions clawing me up inside
demanding their release

All that agony, all that pain, grief, misery, 

confusion bottled up inside
Afraid to let anyone in
or anyone know the pain that's all my own.

 
Finally all my feelings,
all my emotions break free from its cage
and no one's there to hear it, feel it,
or see it

 

All of it

Is my own to bear

Reviews

[PaperLife]

This is one of those poems you can taste as well as feel. I think there's a point where we all stand, whether with other humans or on our own, we have this realization, no matter how much we surround ourselves with, we're still as alone as the day we came. And this just clarifies this. Like sweeping a floor clean but then the handle of the broom leaving behing huge chunks until there is no more of the broom left. Beautifuly done.

[Angel of Chaos]

This is beautifully descriptive.

[Dream Weaver]

Truly a beautifully sad write. Very deep in emotive solitude.
Nicely done...

[jennifer little]

wonderful work keep it up

[Kenneth The Poet]

Publish your work.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Someone told me that I was able to
express in writing the exact feelings of the
senses. Taste , scent, sensual feelings, but
never have I approached the ability to express
feelings of the mind as you have done here.
To express those emotions bottled up and
hurting through lonliness or hunger for the
beloved. That is nearing the limists of
possibility .
Absolutely incredible .
Thanks, Alexis,
----- John

[Otsana]

You are crazy! This is a really good poem and it is so true to life...when we bottle emotions up they become a poison that eats away at our souls slowly and painfully, and the sad thing about it is that we don't think we have anyone to share the pain with and so...it becomes "our own to bear". Very expressive and very beautiful. Love it.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Very mature writing , I love your style , building the tense with such an open honest say.... made me wonder where is that pain came from ? .... your imagination is vivid , I could easily sink into your world here

[J Todd Underhill]

Wow such an expressive write, and with 24 views and not one of them stopped to give this piece the kind words of recognition it deserves! Well I have no fear I am here, and I liked the piece, though sad it draws you in and you can feel the emotion clawing from inside of you as you read this as well. Know for a fact that you are not alone in singing your song.