Tormented
Alone in this dim shaded room, a grim fog covers the ground on which I stand. Semi- blinded by this shroud of darkness around me, I turn 360 to find a light, a presence other than mine, a wall nearby, but all I can see and feel is empty space. I walk and wander for answers and I find nothing. Then in the blink of an eye a lone window appears. I begin to hear a faint voice calling to me. I step closer and ask "Who's there", I hear nothing. Then the voice whispers closer as I begin to step forward I see flashes of lighting through the window pane. On the panels of the window rests my name, clashes of thunder booms. I'm startled. I as move closer to the window it slowly rises to reveal my life. Images of me as a child witnessing my unlce's death, another uncle on drugs. I feel a chill as if a gust of wind had blown. I hand lingers upward from the ground and comes toward me. Sounds of crying and screaming can be heard from the window. I turn to run but as I turn around I see a small faction of bloodied versions of me. Each corpse with different signs of and event to hint their demise...........Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
Trey’s Poems (10)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| ...Till The Wind Blows | 1 | 10/23/2013 |
| Tormented | 0 | 10/23/2013 |
| Nocturne Of Shadows | 0 | 10/23/2013 |
| Decadent Lust | 0 | 03/03/2011 |
| Lost Love of My Life | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| The Pain of Loving Me | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Pain: My Silent Killer | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Dead And Gone | 0 | 05/17/2009 |
| Element of Humanity pt. 2 | 0 | 04/03/2009 |
| Heartache | 6 | 11/18/2008 |
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