A new poem I have been working on for a while now |
The Poet Part I: Child Of War And Peace Born into our darkest time When war raged and fathers died. He watched bombs fall and millions die. Saw the towers crumble and his father cry and die. His misfortunes were many and his pains were more. through his pain he became a torn soul. He was filled with hate and rage but searching for peace and love his destiny was decided. Part II: Tortured Poet At fifteen he wrote his first verse telling of doom and pain. Perfect rythm perfect rhyme. Those to read it cried and screamed. His next work caused many nightmares and made children run. Grim Desolate mind full of darkness yet only wanting the light He kept on writing his darkest words till ne day they came and took him away locked him in a padded room. He had not pen nor paper yet he still scratched his words into the walls of his cell and so the poet wrote and wrote and wrote. Part III: Fading Ink For once it was time for the poet to scream at nigh he yelled from his cell " I am not insane! I am not insane! I am merely a torn heart that writes instead of crys in the night" He screamed and screamed every night till the morning would come then he would find a blank space on his wall and begin a new verse of dark words. He never slept he ate and drank only when forced to. He prayed his nightmare to be over soon. No one came to visit no one saw him but the orderlies. The poet was not mad when he went to the asylam but it is pushing him to that edge. Part IV: Masterpeice By the age of thirty five twenty years of imprisionment and isolation had driven the poet mad and he knew it. and so he began to write his masterpeice a work greater than anything to come before now. He bit his finer and began to write his last work in his own blood on the wall in this bodily ink he wrote his imagination flaring. The world will remember him for this last peice. for three months he wrote his final work. Part V: The Last Verse The orderly came in to check on the poet to only find him hanging from ceiling by his sheets with his own blood all over the walls his last words his last world changing words. as the orderly looked on and read the poets final rhyme he actually smiled for in his darkest time the poet found his peace the last verse written for the world was about love and peace and healing though he may have been driven mad he still died happy. The poet's last words brought a change onto the world they found peace for everyone they all learned to die happy the poet's last words were as written simple and sweet " Night is lifting light is shifting time is coming and peace is here." |