Locked, Into deep retrospection
Hind sight blinding, Interjection,
Of my life, My future waiting, of
My soul, My heart still waning.
Tossed about, Mind like stone
Every thought thunâ€™k, thunâ€™k alone.
Unrequited, Dear hopes and dreams,
Since childhood, locked, Blocked by
Screens. Tasteless, frivolous, battered
Reflection, Still interrupted by livid transgression.
Captured, Mist of disarray,
Every thought pondered, caught today.
Limited by my own minds walls
Skewed by my own voices calls.
Simmering moon, Twinkling stars,
Blood caught behind blinding bars.
Autumn moon, In all her
Glory, Watch me over; tell my story.
Sitting here, View aghast, as
Interjection, transgress my past.
This one is very different from my usual style. Please let me know what you think and tell me how I can make it better. Thank you, always.
sarahs got a point u are a truly great writer. mine is nothing to what urs is. but i think i do ok. but mayby you could give me some pointers. im sorry if mine isnt as well decripted as bobs or as flatering but i just want u to know u are truly awesome :)