Lisnpuppy Posted May 26, 2008 Share Posted May 26, 2008 Sounds and Scars I crawl from all the shining lighteven Harvest Moonto cower in the lonely darkknowing that the night comes soon. Confusion drops me to the floor.Insecurity binds my wrist.Knowledge seeks and blinds my eyesrealization leaving all in mist. I scream out from my rusty cage.Weep while pulling at the lock.Yearn for pieces of my lifebut sanity just mocks. Scars on my neck and body.Yet more upon my mind and soul.Too tired to care, too tired to worryor to crawl out of the stinking hole. I hear it whisper velvet to meso silent but my head.Everything you know is wrong it tells meyour only hope to wake up dead. I need to master my confusionand not wallow in the floor.Stop the words from speaking clearlyneeding simply just to find a door. To breathe in and out, out and inand take binding from my arms.I will embrace the light and see completelywhat lies beneath the scars. ~ Lisa Danielle Easter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HawkFest Posted May 28, 2008 Share Posted May 28, 2008 I like it... A battle for sanity... Until... Would you allow me to use it in my book of poems for my mod? Actually it gives me another idea, a character imprisoned beneath a mountain passage way (a dwarven city) will have written it in a special book... Hmmm. Either one or the other, would you give me permission to use it (with your own signature at he end of course)? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lisnpuppy Posted May 28, 2008 Author Share Posted May 28, 2008 I like it... A battle for sanity... Until... Would you allow me to use it in my book of poems for my mod? Actually it gives me another idea, a character imprisoned beneath a mountain passage way (a dwarven city) will have written it in a special book... Hmmm. Either one or the other, would you give me permission to use it (with your own signature at he end of course)? What is mine is yours friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nosisab Posted May 29, 2008 Share Posted May 29, 2008 I read this poem for more than a few times now. It got me impressed, it is dense and undresses the soul, but never slides toward the the shallow and the common place. We can feel, almost sense the inner fight, there is no defeatism in the scream, there is no giving up to the caging. Instead we can see the soul mounting the puzzle, and we know her freedom is near and we realize an equilibrated soul shall emerge from the trial. It is not a chantique to defeat, it isn't an apology to depression. It is a anthem to life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lisnpuppy Posted May 29, 2008 Author Share Posted May 29, 2008 Thank you very much.I appreciate your taking the time to read it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 I like it. For me it says of our need to be whole,but are we ever truely that way?very cool Lisa! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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