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My drying tears
Your haunting silence
The aching loss.
Bound by desire
Yet...
The dark shackles thrust about the hands,
fluttering as if the hope was still there
My anger
Your impatience
That white prison.
Consumed by capitalism,
Yet...
The dark shackles thrust about the hands,
fluttering as if the hope was still there
My reluctant Kiss,
Your lethal grasp.
That thing called love
Lost in your ring
Yet...
The dark shackles thrust about the hands,
fluttering as if the hope was still there
My unending silence
Your Painful tears
It is over
No more will the dark shackles thrust about the hands,
fluttering as if the hope was still there
- Title: The Dark Shackles
- Artist: Aurra21
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Description:
Well, English assignment. We were given a line and we had to write a poem using that line.
My line was: The dark shackles thrust about the hands,
fluttering as if the hope was still there
I thought it was kinda not as horrible as expected, so I wanted to know what people thought. Also that I do enjoy writing poetry, so I wanted to actually share one for a change. The meaning is fairly easy to see, at least in my opinion, but i would love to hear your thoughts on the meaning and improvements - Date: 01/18/2009
- Tags: dark shackles loss suicide hate
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Comments (2 Comments)
- sweet black kitty kat - 04/23/2009
- i wants to. and i did.
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- Aurra21 - 01/23/2009
- No one wants to read my poem......
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