Intradeus

by Sean Allen   Aug 1, 2005


There are no words.
No more words can pass through me
and I'm terrified
because that little light
that once existed inside;
well it's gone now.
My little slice of heaven
has finally died.
I'm petrified
that I'll never be able to
find myself again.

As I close my eyes,
all I can find is the darkness inside.
Nothing comforting there
that I can hide beneath.
Nothing that can protect me
from evil personified.
All thoughts were ripped away
when I had tried to find
that part of me again.

I open myself up
to the dullness around:
no peace, no peace
and I'm hanging on
by the thinnest of threads
dead man walking
in the valley of hell
and my soul resonates
with sympathetic vibrations of dread.
When again will I be led to find
that little soft glow?
The one I left behind.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lovely Bones

    I really, really like this. You sound like you put a lot of passion in this poem even though the mood of it is apathy. Or so it seems to me. This is very nice.

  • 18 years ago

    by SuperJenius

    I loved It
    it was wicked Transcendent
    Awesomely written
    ~HazE

  • 18 years ago

    by lindzy

    I like how you ended the last line with a question mark, i think it gives the reader something to ponder over. It was over all pretty well written althoughi thought it was sometimes a little redundant, but over all a really fine job.
    Lindsay

  • 18 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Heh, i was going to ask you what the definition was, glad you included it :P

    I like it. I don't know what else to say.

    Aken Sol

  • 18 years ago

    by Dorotea©

    I think that this poem shows the battle a lot of people fight to find the peace inside.

    "My little slice of heaven
    has finally died."

    Awesome lines. It basically sums up the rest of the poem, and it also adds a bit of sadness to it. Nice write, I'll be checking on more of your poems as soon as I have the time.

    Dorotea