The garden calls, a phantom scent,
Flowers blooming, bittersweet lament.
To walk once more, on soil so deep,
And feel the earth where secrets sleep.
Confined I lie, in wooden keep,
Years a heavy toll to weep.
The light is gone, the air grows thin,
A silent end, where shadows spin.
But winds still whisper through the night,
Across the trees, a mournful flight.
The waves still crash, a primal roar,
Echoing loss, I can't ignore.
A yearning deep, a hollow ache,
My freedom was stolen, for goodness sake.
No tears remain, the well is dry,
Just a bitter truth, before I die.
If given a choice, I'd walk that path,
But wary now, of the aftermath.
No wooden tomb, no trusted hand,
My so-called friend, across the land.
He built this prison, brick by brick,
My unawareness, his cruel trick.
Trust lies shattered, on the floor,
Three hundred sixty-five, and evermore.
He hides, he flees, he cannot see,
The consequence he wrought on me.
Out of sight, out of mind, he'd say,
While I decay, day by day.
But even here, in the darkest bind,
A ghostly friend, I now can find.
A spectral guide, with knowing eyes,
To see beyond, towards sunrise.
He whispers strength, resilience rings,
Above the loss, new hope he brings.
To rise above, this bitter fate,
And find my freedom, though it's late.
To find my happiness, and be set free,
From this dark box, eternally.
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Comments3
Much fear, anger, pain, loneliness and blame lie beneath the shadows of this poem. This poem is dark and full of shadows. Yet there is a longing for light and freedom. Imprisoned in walls where one feels abandoned one looks for help from ghosts. Yet unseen the power to freedom lies inside and prison walls can be tumbled by the mind. A heart felt poem well written that screams out of the darkness.
I thank you for your feedback but then again 1's assumption doesn't mean they're right. it's meant to inspire anyone who has felt the weight of confinement and yearns to shatter the emotional barriers that hold them back. There's no blame!
A lovely write being imprisoned by your thoughts and feelings and the dark world they contain you in,ending on a message that you can kick those doors down, enjoyed the read
E excellent write
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