Fearful and Trembling
I slide down a rope
into the empty chasm
which is your cold heart.
I light a fire
in the depths of your despair.
You hate me anyway.
It rains.
An ocean is born;
it swallows me whole.
Darkness engulfs me.
Surrounded by other misguided souls.
I feel their cages;
I discover mine.
NOTE: I wrote this at age 15. I have edited it since, but I think it's great I have work to look back on from more than a decade ago.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 18th May 2015 18:57
It is a good poem. I'm presuming the essence and basic imagery is age 15. It's hard to resist editting, but it isn't totally fair to the original. These were deep insights for a mid-teen, with a feel for fine imagery already.