Lost I wander in this self-inflicted night,
No moon or stars in the sky give me light.
Wearily, I stumble and fall aimlessly,
Longing only for someone to rescue me.
I have no compass to tell me where to go,
I’m so exhausted but no one seems to know.
Alone I struggle through this thick black sea,
Alone I wander, lost within me.
Unto deaf ears I seem to silently scream,
Pleads to end this nightmarish dream.
I’m not as strong as you seem to think,
In my own misery I ceaselessly sink.
I can’t go much farther on my own,
I can’t go on, all alone.
I just wanted to tell you before you go,
I just thought that you should know.
The music of language, intricate rhyme schemes, elegant phrases, vivid images - the art of poetry is enough to inspire many to write it. Poetry is the practice of creating artworks using language. What could be a better way than discovering the music inside yourself than Poetry? Words are the soul of any rythm, any sort of music.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Lost Within!
- Matt Windseth