FW Contest - Matrix7
The storm called life is raging on,
I see it from the inside out.
Rain against the pane glass beats,
hear the sounds of angry shouts.
Teardrops from a dying world,
surround my safe and secret place.
Troubles dare not follow me
to this place of peace and grace...
I come in from the cold outside
when I need a place to rest.
To calm my anger, hate and pride
and get some secrets off my chest.
When at peace I leave this place
but leave the beacon burning bright.
Back into the ragin storm,
but I never lose sight of the light.
My safety net when things get tough
the lighthouse of my soul burns on.
To guide me through when life gets rough
and catch me there in open arms...
Sitting at my desk with
pen and paper in hand.
A stack of poems sit by
the corner. Each one
finished. Each a piece of me.
Dip the pen of my soul into
my heart's blood and begin to write
one last time before sleep.
words pour out from me
like from some Pandora's box.
I am unable to stop them,
unable to slow them....
Faster, faster I write but
it is not fast enough.
There! One more finished
but three more have painted
themselves on the canvas of my mind
and refuse to be silent.
Screaming to be expressed,
demanding to be portrayed
agonizing voices I must give life.
More paper...more blood...less me.
Writing faster now.
My pen speeds slong the paper
so fast it bursts into flames.
Put out the fire with my tears
and run to the keyboard.
Come on, come on....
Too many poems, too many voices
must express them but which one,
all at once? None at all?
Typing with a sound like a
train rolling by. The keys
fly beneath my f
A sea of faces surrounds me
stretching to some unseen horizon
in every direction imaginable.
Each gazing, taunting
staring at me (or through me).
I feel very transparent.
Secrets lay flayed open
by an unseen assassin's knife.
Goals on display behind cases
of glass forged from crystal tears.
Dreams paraded around for all
to see. No secrecy, no privacy.
Put myself between the crowds
and my transparent soul.
Begging, pleading to leave me be
but nobody hears my pleas
(or they don't care).
After poking and prodding all my
most secret ponderings
the crowd has had their fun and move on
laughing until there is no air left.
And I have cried until the oceans ran dry
for I have used up all the tears.
Fall to my knees and caress
the shattered pieces of
my broken aspirations.
I put them in a pouch and tie
the cord tightly around my heart.
Never to be opened, but always hidden.
Go ahead and mock me.
Tell me how you despise my goals.
Deny my dreams.
Block my passions.
I will not be restrained,