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Stuck

Stuck
By Ash Hamed 5/4/09

Awakened by the stormy weather
Awakened by the pain  
Awakened by the loneliness driven
I awake
A fallen city in front of me, rubble as far as I can see
I look up to find the sky as darkness, the blue sky cannot be seen as endless a graveyard
I find thunder clashing, which doesn’t frighten me, but worries me

I go to move, but I feel pain, it feels like something stabbing me in the chest
I am correct.
A sword shoved through my heart and into the stone behind me.
I was a man struck by a sword, and trusted into the stone
I was alone, in pain, and stated again alone.
I feel nothing but pain, I try to move, but I get to the handle of the sword and fall back
I am feeling sadness, doubt, and death

“Ash!  Ash!”  Yells out in the rubble before me.  Out of it comes a clown
Not a scary clown, but a kind clown I see in his face
He has his baggy silk uniform, his rubber red nose, and his white face paint
He yells again “Ash! Ash! Oh there you are I have been worried sick”

He skips merrily toward my body.  I act as any human being, I yell and scream for help
No answer
“Oh don’t be afraid, I am not here to hurt you, but to take you” said the clown
I try moving the sword, but no luck
“Oh that is in pretty deep, there is no way to get it out.  I am deeply sorry” said the clown
I feel more depressed, I feel as I were sinking, and I couldn’t breath.
Then his voice brings me out again
“Ash!” he yelled
“Don’t fret my dear friend, but the only thing you have to do is take my hand”
He politely takes out his hand and kneels in front of me and smiles
I hesitate at first, but I see something in this clown, and I grab his hand

Suddenly I am being taken away from the rubble.  I could move, it was a miracle
I turn around to see my body still laying there.
I look at myself, I am a boy, not a man, but a image of my formal self
I walk over the horizon with my new friend to find the sun rising
The path of blue skies, and green grass was before me
He asks “Are you ready my boy?”
I agree, and he smiles
We walk together in the sunset   My pain, my loneliness melted away.
As long as I held the clowns hand
Written by orochimaru2072 (Orochi)
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