Despair
I am the empty horse on a carousel Rusting in the bitter rain Childhood abandoned I lived for all in vain. Reeking of forgotten tears I wish to seek hope’s lore To see the light again To exist once more. I hold the weight on my shoulders A burden that’s not for me Shuffling down a barren path From laughter, I’ll never be free. Oh, spiteful mother Father’s belt is bloody too Pleading for vengeful justice But with one life too few. From the mossy grave With roses standing tall Dropping to my knees in silence Even the greatest of men can fall. I am the forgotten doll Whose stories are for all to hear Of the lost and the forever lonely And tales for one to fear.
It's good to be writing poetry again, and boy do I have a lot to share. Ok, ok, inspiration for the piece... Well, I remember the Michael Jackson history thing was on and that started my feeling for the first stanza, and other dark images began to flow along with it. I've mentioned the doll in the last stanza before, try and seek it out...
CamperCarl00 · Mon Jun 02, 2008 @ 09:41pm · 0 Comments |