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-Somebody- Stop Me

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Riddle me this, my fine feathered friend
I'm stuck in the middle looking down to the end
I can't quite see the light at the end of this tunnel
Seems to me that the spark's fallen down through the funnel

It's dripped out with everything I wanted to keep.

Burning the hope like our own midnight oil
Reflecting my face in the crumpled tin foil
Distorted and broken, blatant and dreaming
Will you hold my hair back so I can keep screaming?

I broke the mirror because I didn't want to see who I was.

Solving my problems by deciphering others'
And hiding in the arms of friends that are brothers
If I close tight my eyes and plug fast my ears
When I come back will I be relieved of my fears?

Crying doesn't make it better, but that's never stopped me before.
I'm not entirely sure what this is.

I think the poem might flow better if I take out the lines between the quatrain stanzas,
but I like them too much to let them go.

In the piece title, the dashes are acting in the place of brackets.
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