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Mar 28
Lying in the dark, trapped inside an imprisoned mind

Vying for a spark, a whole new light of a different kind

The painted air looms, a dusty cloud of putrid shared despair leaves us blind

A tainted glare glooms, a toxic proud gas
that just doesn’t care about a rare find

Tons of ***** in a ***, an epidemic of a tired, rotten town

Dire schemes are sought, to Truman’s show we are bound

Genetic labs thicken the plot, designed to keep us all down

But seedling dreams of thought, alas flutter to the ground

So I ****** the seed, and bury my fist deep within the ready soil
The sun shall feed and I’ll nurture any need, this idea won’t spoil
Tirelessly until I bleed, I won’t sleep, the truth lies within the toil
My fateful flower freed, from the weeds, too futile to ever foil

Oh Lord please let this seedling sprout and  forever grow
Grant me the opportunity to be devout in love and show
My Poured tears supplanting drought, with the joys I’ll know
Plant my queen without a shadow of a doubt, from below

Exhausted I leapt into the shade, end of day, no more debts to pay
I kneeled and wept, began to fade, and in a daze started to pray
The moon crept in as the sun strayed away to once again obey
And there I slept, all night I stayed, until I woke to skies so gray

A storm was brewing, but I knew exactly why
I had an immaculate dream, that made heaven cry
And as I lay in the mud, lightning lit up the sky
And I saw the purest beauty to ever grace an eye

The most angelic being, from the hopeful seed I had planted
The all knowing, all seeing, dope fill of everything enchanted
Inseparable yet somehow freeing, a slippery ***** so slanted
Debate about disagreeing, nope, I’ll never take her for granted

She is the antithesis of loneliness
Sheer absolute bliss when we kiss
A metamorphosis with a love like this
As I reminisce searching among the abyss

She lights me up like glow worms in a cave
I feel funny for a while, like a perfect wave
A hobbit’s drunken smile, ring fueled slave
Perfect waterfall hike, so much life to crave

I’ve wandered through the dense fog alone
Stuck in a constant, stagnant roaming zone    
To find the cure for restless soul syndrome
Is no matter where we go I’m always home
Drifton A Way
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