A Poem i wrote... any comments or critique would be awesome. I think it is obvious what it is about. I meant to make it so obvious, simply because, this is a topic that should not be sheilded, but not ignored either. So a more direct appraoch felt suitable.
This is odd for me, because usually i have a lot of underlying messages, meaning, and metaphors. There are only a few this time around.
There is an obvious rhyme scheme and theme scheme. Even though it is a 'light' poem, i made it difficult for myself to write by giving myself restrictions and what not. Alot of structure was put into the concept before it was actually written.
Here it is:
Escape
An Artistic Ode
By, K. Myst Williams
A rushing heat of poisoned blood
A wandering mind within a flood
Slowly influenced
I can feel the drug
Head bowed and arms across my knees
I sit on the dusty cold ground
Grasping for the sensation to be free
All I can see
Is dark and hazy
Like a foggy evening, but in the light of day
I slouch and pray
Leaning, then lying, then lifting to my feet
I argue who I am
And accept my utter defeat
I reach and grab a small round stone
And stare at every grain
I look upon the lake
And toss the stone as it begins to rain
The water ripples; the birds chirp
The sky turns grey
While moon and dusk begin to flirt
I travel back towards the city
Following the yellow streetlights
I brace myself upon the railing
Wishing for some changing sights
But instead- it seems that nothings right
Standing on the cliff-like edge
I watch the waters move in flow
Gusts of wind brush past my back
In time, a crowd begins to grow
One solemn tear molds and shapes
My cheek moist
I wipe my slate
All my wrongs clinging to my feet
The past burns my heart
I can feel the pumping heat
Looking deep into the light
For a sign or better place
Spectators begin to gather above
I view a familiar face
I gaze upon the precious tides of a starry night
And capture the sight of a solemn dove flying towards the bright moon’s light
Memories begin to trickle in
Sneaking towards my mind’s eye
The dove continues to fly
In my palm I hold her face
As I step towards my past
Looking into the future
The worst has had its last
Truly giving up
Changed my love for life
Watching the future fade
Is like truly seeing the light
Escape Me
Escape Reality
Just Escape
Find the light in her face. Don’t give up.
This is not based on a personal experience, but a personal subconcious reflection on other's experiences. Thanks for reading, i appreciate it.