A/N: Hello, fellow poetry clubians. I found a few decent poems buried in my archives, so I thought I'd share them. This one was part of my final project in Honors English last year, and it went with my theme of "loneliness vs. solitude", and also is partially about some of the characters in my book series, who are just full of all sorts of tragedy--like abandoning each other and killing each other's families. You know. Usual character development stuff. Anyway, consider this my debut!
Four years ran fleeting by
Stole ashes and the urns
Brothers, sisters, mother, father--
A monster's treason burns
I reign in solitude
Or is it loneliness?
Empty hearts and empty chambers--
Is joy or grief possessed?
The joy is less of jingles
And more a silent sound
Screams are vanished, dreams awaken--
My heart holds high its crown
But grief is naught but poison
Its claws clutch broken souls
Chairs are cold and candles burned out--
And frozen are the coals
This world holds hope in gloom
But hope I cannot see
Monsters stole my solitude's light--
And loneliness stole me.
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ReplyDelete^Sorry about that - wrong account. Anyways...
ReplyDeleteI remember this poem from last year! It reminds me of an inescapable fate... How neither joy or grief are dubbed as what people may assume. Your diction flows so naturally throughout the poem, especially in the last two lines, that it makes the piece effortlessly wonderful.