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Marya0324 Mar 2020
Life gave me a map and said "Follow this track
Work hard and stay focused; Don't ever look back.
Don't worry, I'll keep you safe- I give you my word."
I listened, and agreed, for my vision was blurred.

Little did I know, I was on the wrong trail
Far away from my dreams, I was doomed to fail
I'm looking for signs where they'll never be found
I'm shouting for help... but I can't hear a sound
I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere in dread
I thought Life made us strong...it gave me fear instead.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2020
Trees turning late September
Leaves nosediving the ground
I know I should be changing too
Think as evening comes around

Fighting my shifting demons
Dropped to shaking knees
Autumn's knife struck my heart
Chill spreading like disease

With eyes shut in cold apprehension
Underneath a waning moon
Dreams
Sunshine
Disappear and are replaced
By fear of Winter coming soon

Wrapped tight in blanket of desperation
Colors switch to dull from bright
The nights steadily grow longer
See less and less clinging daylight

Making pathetic attempts
Lift myself off the floor
To transform like the weather
Wishing to not be the same anymore

But heart remains frozen solid
The months continue on
Seek a metamorphosis
Still meet resistance each dawn

Temperatures decrease little by little
Doubts and insecurity rise
Avoid facing the bitter wind
Everything in nature dies

Animals go into complete hiding
Have to admit I relate
Sleeping in to escape the world
A way I also hibernate

I try climbing towards my goals
Instead like seasons dizzily Fall down
Stripped barer than naked jagged branches
Forced beneath icy feelings to drown

Frost covers each surface
Departs as morning wakes
Dew remains as evidence
Like shavings after erased mistakes

Not long until snow layers earth
Buries all white touches
I couldn't bury flaws as well
Bad habits caught in my clutches

I stand rigid as an anchor
Though it might sound strange
Time ages all surroundings
Somehow I don't change
A poem using fall changing to winter to compare ways my life should (and could) change if I tried but am too incapable
Clay Face Mar 2020
What is loved,
now is cumbersome to engage.

Some sort of lethargy resists my path.
Reaching a state of catharsis is draining now.

Not emotionally but physically.

Stuck in this house, with no way out.
Quarantined from a virus.
But I’ve come down with one that leaches my creativity.

Writing this poem is hard. It feels plastic.
Even though I’m writing clear what’s so elastic.

It stretches around me so true,
But when I speak it, it lies and makes me blue.

I need freedom to return to my soul.
And an inoculate to cleanse it of this toll.

These two ailments leave me,
Chained and restrained.
Amanda Mar 2020
To paint?
To write?
To make a cup of coffee
in the broad morning light?

To sing?
To create?
To have something tangible
created in the wake?

Of tragedy
Of plague
Of a sickness we aren't sure we have
we quarantine because reason is vague?
Bullet Mar 2020
Wedge into a spiral of time
Repeating loops of the same old line
Everything will be forever new to the mind
Live through the unknown drive
Stuck to the ruling signs
Our stamp in time may be pressed beyond our experience
The ink we share in rhymes may be the pattern of our eternal divine

Alive
Isabella Mar 2020
Confined in a corner, trapped in my own mind.
Lost in a labyrinth, that no one can find.
Voices shouting, ears ringing.
People staring, eyes stinging.

Drowning in claustrophobic despair,
Screaming but there's nobody there.
They all say yes, and I say no.
Oh, why can't you just let me go?
Isabella Mar 2020
It's dark in here.
It's cold out there.
I feel afraid.
I feel scared.

My eyes can't see.
My ears can't hear.
Don't let me out.
Don't leave me here.
Isabella Mar 2020
I hear my heartbeat pounding against my ribs.
Bang, Bang, a drumming sound.
I feel my breaths shaking with every word.
Quiver, Quiver, a hopeless bound.

Invisible, yet so aware.
Even though no one cares.
Even though no one stares.

Invisible, yet so afraid.
Even if my thoughts are made.
Even if I stand in the shade.

Stuck in the shadows.
Stuck, all alone.
Shouting, but silence
Is all that echoes.

Screaming until my lungs wither away.
Crying, but no one can hear what I say.
The sun is daunting, it scares me into the dark.
I try to run, but my footsteps don't make a mark.

Invisible, weights pulling me down.
Invisible, weights holding me to the ground.
Invisible, feet stuck to the floor.
Invisible... I could have been so much more.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2020
Smoking until struggles fade to black
Leave for awhile but always come back
To the dust collected in my nooks
Heard by crannies between books

I fear none of problems non-existent replies
The gaze from inanimate objects eyes
Control the balance of my silent possessions
They swirl in the wake of my useless expressions

I stand firm amidst the hum of talking nothingness
My hands like swords in my confessed stress
World is small
Yet this planet so large
My fight I falter as troubles barge

No orders conquer my will to go on
Am a survivor of each passing dawn
Home is battlefield in which I slumber
My skills adapt and grow in number

They are put to test by life's curveballs
Believe in what is at the top of these walls
Waving freedom with my face in the mud
Death nobly boiling in my blood

As I try to improve presence bit by bit
Rings distant from where I sit
I continue forth hoping better is what tomorrow will be
No way to tell
I guess I'll have to wait and see
I personally think this one is crap but tell me what YOU think..
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