Breaking Bonds....No where to run....This is Why I Write....

Fri, 08/02/2013 - 13:58 -- Elesha

Clink, Clink, I hear..

The steel confinement that contains me 

Is slowly being broken

Not from within but from the outside

Finally I can be free

No longer oppressed with my body and soul

Rusty cells, after cells, of the mind

That *Clink*, has me waiting patiently. 

 

Clink, Clink I Sit...

Peacefully I sit their eye's glazed over with false acceptance

Perpetual thought once again enters into my mind

This time they'll reach the end and break through 

 

Clink, Clink, I Wonder

What am I to do

Sit there and break from the inside

Like in the past what I tried to do

 

Clink Clink, I Rememer

Those cracks within the walls 

Remind me well although few dents

 

Clink, Clink, I Decided

Yes that's what i'll try 

I'll meet them half way

 

Clink, Clink, I Realize

Standing to help, 

I was pushed, right away!

 

For the (Clink, Clink) noises I was hearing

 

(Clink, Clink) were not that of my confinement being broken

 

Clink, Clink,Clink,ClinkclinkclinkCLINK! CLINK! BAM! I'm was mistaken....

For the sounds  were now clearly not of my confinement being broken

                    but of my it being fixed.

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