Trapped
Trapped.
This is what I am;
Sealed behind a
beaten face,
unable to see the
majesty of Creation,
who screams her
existence before me.
Declaring herself to be
pure and good,
she shouts her beauty
across the heavens,
while I am left both
blind and deaf;
blind to her
beauties fair,
deaf to her
cries of glory.
Trapped.
This is what I am;
Forbidden to taste
the fruit of joy that
touches the lips
of the undeserving,
that fills their hearts
and sprouts smiles across
their insolent faces –
do they even know
the gift they have?
To say I am miserable
is too small a charge –
I am Misery itself!
Hidden behind a
mask of corruption
so repulsive that
Death itself dares not
turn its gaze upon me,
for even Death trembles
in fear at my sight.
Trapped.
This is what I am;
Entombed in the
desolation of
Life’s shadow,
forgotten, unable
to break free from the
chains of darkness
that bind these
wretched hands,
enslaving me in the
depths of my own
despair; despair at the
knowledge which
pierces my heart
and shatters my
empty soul;
Never again
shall I see
the Light.
This is what I am;
Trapped.
This is morbid. Good, but morbid….
January 26, 2012 at 10:06 pm
Thank you! ^_^
January 26, 2012 at 11:41 pm
Oooo… I have so many theories!!!
January 27, 2012 at 12:57 am
P.S.
This is amazing.
January 27, 2012 at 12:58 am
Haha, well, now you know. :P
And thank you! ^_^
January 27, 2012 at 1:13 am
Goodness me – I hope this is not autobiographical. It is very good, though!
January 27, 2012 at 9:52 am
Hahaha, no sir, it is most definitely not! I was inspired to write it while studying a rather miserable lookin mask for my humanities class. :P
Thank you, though! :)
January 27, 2012 at 10:22 am
Wow, Tim, I, too, am relieved this is fiction, but really well written! :)
January 28, 2012 at 10:07 pm
Haha, aww, thanks, Lauren! :)
January 28, 2012 at 10:31 pm