Open Poetry #18 |
Let It Rust |
Fallon Junior Member
since 2002-01-07
Posts 21USA |
I am walking through a silver labyrinth, my skin purples with every touch against the wall, it feels lifeless, supported only by a thin layer of some kind of disenchanting film. Oh God, it's ugly. I wipe it off and weep. This, this thick maze I am in, it's for the weak and maybe the dead but not for me. I have to escape, find the exit. There is one, I see it, light filtering through slivers of pane that mock me. But no one knows I'm here, or maybe some do, but I don't care. I have to do this my way, my way is the only way to escape. There's a veil covering, much like slime and it's alive around me. Thick, green and mushy and it's sticking to my skin. But somewhere there's beauty, hidden beneath the paint on the walls and I will peel it, slowly chip by chip until my fingernails bleed. Then I will no longer withhold the rage that I feel for I do not belong here! And when I reach for the key, if indeed, I need one I walk out, somewhere in that broad expanse of day called life, I will turn the key into the lock one last time. Let it rust in Hades where it belongs I will have no use for it. No use at all. 'A word is dead when it is said, some say. |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
But somewhere there's beauty, hidden beneath the paint on the walls" beauty can be found anywhere....you penned this nicely... welcome to passions..... Greeneyes~ Tomorrow's another day |
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wolf Junior Member
since 2002-01-04
Posts 10Hamilton (Steeltown) |
Now thats a pretty deep poem with a desparing tone in the beginning and an optimistic ending. A very interesting read! |
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