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Destitute of vision, Cascading into confusion.
An enclosed passageway, Or an optical illusion.
Imprisoned by the darkness,
Fear becomes my new accomplice.
A sense of distress, which my eyes cannot see.
The thunderous beat of my heart,
Echoes vigorously, from deep within me.
Any and all clarity has now resigned,
My terror has me chained, lost in the binds.
Hysteria rises and draws near,
Accompanied by close friends; apprehension, panic, and fear.
Senses lost. Senses fall. All senses abandon me.
In the distance a brilliant glow appears.
Taunting me, as it laughs lightly and austere.
This light I am not meant to reach.
An exit that I simply cannot breach.
Lost so long ago. Now found.
The darkness has me for keeps...
An enclosed passageway, Or an optical illusion.
Imprisoned by the darkness,
Fear becomes my new accomplice.
A sense of distress, which my eyes cannot see.
The thunderous beat of my heart,
Echoes vigorously, from deep within me.
Any and all clarity has now resigned,
My terror has me chained, lost in the binds.
Hysteria rises and draws near,
Accompanied by close friends; apprehension, panic, and fear.
Senses lost. Senses fall. All senses abandon me.
In the distance a brilliant glow appears.
Taunting me, as it laughs lightly and austere.
This light I am not meant to reach.
An exit that I simply cannot breach.
Lost so long ago. Now found.
The darkness has me for keeps...
Published 22nd Jun 2012
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23rd Jun 2012 00:21am
i can relate to the darkness and trying to find the light. i admit its hard. im still in darkness im no where near the light. and ive felt like ive been chained too. this poem is really good. i really like it.
23rd Jun 2012 3:24pm
23rd Jun 2012 8:40pm
2nd Jul 2012 2:03am
In the distance a brilliant glow appears.
Taunting me, as it laughs lightly and austere.
This light I am not meant to reach.
An exit that I simply cannot breach.
The receding brass ring image, the exit that keeps getting furhter away, the nightmare of running and not escaping... it's the tease-factor which makes for an awesome hook. If you were to use this one into a chorus line and then hash out more perspective and material on the dangling carrot of freedom, like golden chains then you'd have a GLOBALLY lost piece instead of a solo piece.
Taunting me, as it laughs lightly and austere.
This light I am not meant to reach.
An exit that I simply cannot breach.
The receding brass ring image, the exit that keeps getting furhter away, the nightmare of running and not escaping... it's the tease-factor which makes for an awesome hook. If you were to use this one into a chorus line and then hash out more perspective and material on the dangling carrot of freedom, like golden chains then you'd have a GLOBALLY lost piece instead of a solo piece.
