one day I'll convince myself that writing poetry is not a productive use of time

[ladymirth]

Lost

This cavern just keeps
On burrowing deeper
No light at the end;
Maybe forever
Tunneling just beneath
The sunlit surface
Either way
It doesn’t matter
Because I am now
Resigned to blindness
This airy void is
All I remember
Save for shadows
In my mind
The light that cast
Them, long expired

It’s been so long since
I’ve felt my extremities 
I wonder if they
Still exist
I can’t tell whether I’m
Still alive or
Merely just a soul
Cast adrift?
I’ve missed the sun
For so long
I’m afraid it might now
Burn out my eyes
I’ve forgot the feel
Of the wind in my face;
It all almost seems a
Half-dreamt lie

I’ve been swallowed
In darkness so long
I’ve lost all hope
Of the light
I’m racing past
The core of the Earth; maybe
I’ll yet see you
On the other side.  


ETA: Oh, shit. I just realized I've written this to the tune of "The Call" from Prince Caspian.  

Comments

[ajroald.livejournal.com]

Writing poetry is a completely fine use of time, I found it to be very healing and expressive.

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Thanks. =) My parents would disagree, though. Laundry first, poetry later, they say.

[ajroald.livejournal.com]

As a parent (as you've just recently found out I was one :) I can somewhat understand where they are coming from, but as a fellow writer, I understand the need (and it is a need, not just a want) to express ones emotions or even just the randomness in your head on paper.

Poetry has gotten me through some of the darkest periods in my life.

Btw...thanks for sharing yours. Just keep writing!

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the encouragement! =)