Click here for nice stories main menu

main menu   |   standard categories   |   authors   |   new stories   |   search   |   links   |   settings   |   author tools

Descent (standard:poetry, 169 words)
Author: Ms. Blue FireAdded: May 10 2002Views/Reads: 2051/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Description of a state of mind that no one wants to be in.

The battered child turns its big eyes on me 

Smiles as blood fills his tears 

Help me he cries, stretching his arm 

To me as I cringe against the wall, paralysed. 


That child is me, crying out for a hero 

Just like the poetry is me, begging for release 

The blood pumps through my shattered veins 

Surely as the poison spreads through my traumatized body. 


I am drowning in the sea of fate 

Someone throws me an anchor now and then 

And it sustains until they lose me 

Leaving me alone and choking in my dreams of grandeur. 


Strange dreams are these, strange themes 

Crying children and weeping angels with sores on their faces 

Their arms bent upwards and their souls lost 

Pulling me unrelentlessly into their mindless torment. 


I struggle everyday to maintain my dues 

I walk the streets of no return, under skies that know no sun 

I pause at the clouded windows and closed doors 

Shut out, put out, alone, scared. 



Authors appreciate feedback!
Please write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Ms. Blue Fire has 3 active stories on this site.
Profile for Ms. Blue Fire, incl. all stories

stories in "poetry"   |   all stories by "Ms. Blue Fire"  

Nice Stories @, support email: nice at nicestories dot com
Powered by StoryEngine v1.00 © 2000-2020 - Artware Internet Consultancy