Darkness reeks from my eye
As I cry my last tear
Enough, enough with the pain
Invincibility is here
A clenched fist, waiting to be sore
Make sure you’re nowhere near
Oh what I feel, a metamorphosis, a growth
Character development begins;
A beautiful melody, a ballad of your doom
Heart wrenching tragedy of sins
My painted lips, unheedingly recite
Suppressing the grins
A wall? No, we’re talking demolition and a fort;
You’ve got it this far
Cold is soothing, after all
Even to the scar
And you burned too, bright too long
Now it’s my hour
Veins of vengeance, patience of pride
Distance, for better aim
Further, so I don’t even have to bother
Setting eyes on the maim
One step, away, completely gone
I get on, just the same
Mind over matter, what is the matter?
Are you up for the game?
©Drishti Soni 2017, All Rights Reserved.
Clearly, no teenage poet is complete without an angst oriented poem. I’m working on a morbid and violent story concept right now, where I might be kinda stuck. And thus an awkward midway channelizing took place.