I am digging up my old notebooks for poems I used to write in when I was younger. Here is a poem, any feedback will be greatly appreciated.
Silhouettes of grandeur
Invade my consiousness
I can't escape for fear
of their icy, numbing grasp
Time trickles down
My fevered brow
I wish that I could fly
But I don't remember how
They take me from my body
I leave my hollow shell
I leave my own existence
I leave my living hell
Traveling through dark forests
beyond my wildest dreams
the echoes of my laughter
becoming distant screams
They tell me without warning
and in no uncertain terms
we won't live to see the morning
we will die to feed the worms
The seed of all beginning
is sown beneath thier squirm
Then with a flash it's over
I come back to where I lay
Amidst the four leaf clover
among the summer hay
the silhoeuttes of grandeur
have given my another day
The seed is all you need
I hear from echoes past
The world is yours to lead
the world is yours at last
look for it, and you will find
We've hidden it within the
silence of your mind
For a while I pondered
my senses still askew
My brain was alive in wonder
but my soul was torn in two
the seed was mine indeed
but I still had the worms to feed
Thank you for your time, collectively.
12 Aug 2007, 1:05 pm
