Lights Out
I resisted today.
I couldn't stop myself I had to say something.
As soon as I did they all went silent.
I was dead.
I didn’t exist to the people around me anymore.
I had to hide.
They would soon remember who I was and make me disappear.
They turned the lights out today.
I locked my doors and watched the windows.
The sun is always clearer at night.
Watching ever so closely at the wandering streets and everlasting darkness.
I watched the cemetery for signs of life.
They are always leaving people there.
They knocked on my door today I didn't answer.
I knew they stayed there for what must have been a week.
I stayed in place for what could have been a month.
They broke in today and couldn't find me.
I was lying still.
I was dead.
But one man saw through me.
My old best friend I thought it may be.
But no he wasn't him anymore none of them were.
I was the only person left.
They were all a part of the machine.
And I got away.
I was of the grid.
They were the grid they were the machine.
They found me today.
I looked into his eyes nothing.
They took me away today.
The black bag over my head.
They cut my hair today.
Nothing left of me.
I was the same.
No.
I'm not the same.
I am me.
I am not you.
I can still speak.
So I screamed.
They bound my mouth today.
So I hit.
They tied my hands today.
So I kicked.
They bound my feet so I fell.
I cried today.
The floor is cold and wet.
And the room is dark and dim.
Will I end it before they do?
I’m slowly going insane today.
The walls seem to dance and twist.
And all I could think about was you.
Had I seen you in the other room?
Or were you just another doctor.
You were.
You dunked my head in water today.
It was very cold.
You drowned me today.
It won’t work.
You burned me today.
You kicked me today.
I've forgotten how to speak.
I drew the sky today and tried to remember what color it is?
I drew your old face.
I drew a city, what did it look like?
I drew the wind, what did it feel like.
I drew us out on the rock in the breeze.
They took my paper today.
I love you.
I died today.
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Hmm.... I read it now,
Hmm.... I read it now, thinking of a plague...
You're last two lines are one of the most powerful lines throughout your poem.
You've definitely progressed in the ways of writing poetry.
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"...All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you..."[Gandalf]
"So the lion fell in love with the lamb..."[Edward Cullen]
i have my ups and downs, i
i have my ups and downs, i really like my first two poems. but yeah i was thinking of a person who was taken as a politcal prisoner or a rebel and tortured to death by the person he loved who was brainwashed just like the rest of the country except him
Love that theme you were
Love that theme you were going for.
I can read it through the lines now that you have told me.
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"...All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you..."[Gandalf]
"So the lion fell in love with the lamb..."[Edward Cullen]
make a little more sense
make a little more sense now?
I get the point of the poem
I get the point of the poem after reading it a few times. Theme suggests a non-fictional loss of love....or am I reading into it too much?
Anyhow,
I really like it.