Dark Poetry #4 |
The Stone |
DavidTheLion Junior Member
since 2006-04-06
Posts 36 |
The Stone I long for the bitter-sweetness of death I long for its warm embrace Death could be the end of me Death could mean the end of suffering Death might be a new beginning Death is healing in disguise Wearing a mask of porcelain Life wasting away Dreams and desires and laughter All withering away I watch as everything slips by As bones become twigs And dust fills my wounds Caught in a pit of my own staleness Why don’t I shout Why do I choose to die here in this empty room? I am more than this empty tomb I am more than this crumbling wall I am more than all of this Its comfort I choose in familiar disgust. I feel like the marble layer is cracking And the fragile coal underneath is exposed What happened to all those diamonds? That liquid river of gold that flowed through my veins has run dry Reality is cold and harsh Its winter is brutal I wish I could return to the summer fields of my dreams Where my being was safe and warm But in the North the sun just doesn’t shine as bright as it used to Up here in the coldness of truth I stiffen, and my walk becomes numb My breath is frozen shut into a puff of solid rock And I am dazzled… I am confused… I am in shock… I am Rage. I am nothing. I am turning into stone. I am slowly turning into stone. I am Rage inside becoming a stone. You might call me The Stone. I am The Stone. |
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niere Member
since 2006-04-23
Posts 77 |
''Life wasting away Dreams and desires and laughter All withering away I watch as everything slips by As bones become twigs And dust fills my wounds'' i thought that was beautifully written. overall the poem was really great... great imagery. there was so such emotion in it, and i loved the way it seemed to fade away near the end... it tied in perfectly with the turning into stone concept. excellent read. |
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