Tuesday, August 11, 2009

This poem DOES NOT reflect what I feel over the past few days. I just imagined the feeling. My 8th poem:

Cursed

The rain kept falling
From the storm above my head
And onto my seemingly lifeless body
Drenching me with it's cold, wet touch

A sense of loneliness overwhelmed me,
Knowing that I was being ostracized,
Lingering within me
In the depths of my soul

I caught a surreptitious glance
Looking at my way
Fleetingly filled with sympathy
In the cornea of its eyes

The mere gaze of its bloodshot eyes
Was enough to paralyze me
And I could feel fear gripping me
With its cold, icy hands

Even from a distance, within the darkness
I could see it tailing me,
A long, slender, serpentine body, hissing
Feeding on my growing ghastly despair

With the ghost of my past
Glistening in my eyes
Slowly trudging forward, finding the path
Where I belong, Where you wait.....

Cloud~Keep Floating On~

Cloud blogged at 11:43 AM