Tearing

• Artist: tobiwants2cookies
• Description: This is a poem I wrote a while back
  It is a description of say someone who is doing something different and is shunned for it. It might not sound that way but it was how I felt best to describe it
• Date: 05/09/2009
• Tags: tearing wings

Painful
There is nothing better to describe it
My body firm
My soul weakened

Hanging on a thin thread of consciousness
Insanity calling to take over
My soul crying out in pain

The torrent of life weakening my grip
How much more can I take
before the tearing begins
And I fall into the darkness

How much more can I stand?
The tearing has started
But I don't want to fall

I fall
But where is the darkness?
the wrenching pit
where is that?

A weight on my back
Muscles working near my shoulders

Wings
Those that will never start to tear

Flying to the light
I long so much to be with

All I can think of is the light
there is nothing else that crosses my mind

Until I'm right in front
I feel the terrible heat

But there is nothing left to turn to

Is that all there is
The cold of darkness
And the burning of the light

And the tearing in my soul
returns

Comments

[Voo to the doo]

have you edited this recently..? I just reread it and it seems different to me than when I first read it...

[Voo to the doo]

I might describe it as a description of someone who is not only doing something different, but feeling different...feeling maybe the force of being different for a while? Maybe.

[tobiwants2cookies]

thank yas man

[xXco0l_breeZeXx]

wow that's really good 5/5

[tobiwants2cookies]

please post comments people. I like constructive criticism