Looking back at the past, being thrown back
From the horror thats stayed behind, and will not die
All the misery thats left, in the dark room
Inside my mind, and the guard wont let me back in to face it.
I may never see it again, but then the door opened
The guard vanished away, and a key appeared in the lock
I turned it, and let the memories out, back into the rest of my mind
And I faced them finally, and Ill destroy the past, break past the silver glass.
When its over, Ill be able to rest in peace once more
All the nightmares and labyrinths, inside my mind will fade
And Ill run into the open, no obstacles in my way
And Ill be free, and a tear of joy, will streak down my face.
U must have an outstanding imagination or a really terrible past...but ill bet on imagination cause ur still 11....too young to be a cynic...wont u say?
anyways...this one...disregarding ur age...a 5/5...take into consideration ur age...id have put a 6/5....bravo
The poem could use some added descriptions and tightning up. It's nowhere near a five poem, in fact I doubt a famous poet's even is. It does have maturaity of thought, so let's see where that takes you.