Prisoner to Purpose

by Krete   Oct 20, 2005


Poking at my innards,
inside my deep vast soul,
the rocky cavern open,
open every hole.

The doorway is closed,
set is the mast.
Hurt and despair,
settle and clasp.

They tug and they pull,
the vibe and the vogue,
pulling and tugging,
they rip my whole.

Part of me is human,
the prisoner to purpose,
shamed by failure,
and shed no surplus.

Colors around me,
their all so vaguely dim,
black and white is moving,
away from my sad whim.

Nothing ever settles,
no consistent relief.
Not one sigh,
no falling leaf.

I beg the creator daily,
let my life be spent,
like a candle burning,
let it go off rent.

Please settle my soul,
my restless weakening spirit.
Take all my whole...
do you even hear it?

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  • 18 years ago

    by skyfox

    Now that poem is very special. It is so well written and just grabs you. I loved the last verse. It says so much.

  • 18 years ago

    by Lushed

    Beautiful.
    the imagry was gripping.

  • 18 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    I loved that last part "do you even hear it?" Does anyone even hear our pain? Our wish for something better/worse just for things to be different? Or does anyone really care? It's known that the world is full of selfish people, what makes the people we know any different? Very nice...
    Always,
    -A

  • 18 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    This poem was amazing. I, too, have felt this way. I'm so happy to see that you're posting again. =]

    Thank you for your comment & encouragement. Your words mean a great deal to me.

    God bless you & take care.

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