within

[poleflux]

SPIRIT


I cry a little more each day
Gripped within my madness
Recounting all the days untold And their monumental sadness

The void buried deep within the mind
The eye that always sees
Never closing, not even a moment
Crying out to be free

But freedom does not come
Or enter into the frame
Not a picture or a still
Everyday day is the same

Though time is non-existent
Its smile bares the shame
No such time can erase its face
After you have taken all its blame

Every day is night
A foreboding sense of silence
A quiet like no other
Only an echo in the distance

Why! I cry?
When will it be lifted?
Give back to me my sight!
Allow my life to be gifted!
I cry.

The pain is all it is meant to be
The sorrow is quite real
Forgive me I am but a man
A blind man who cannot feel

Teach me on my journey forth
Show to me thyne wisdom
Give to me all that can be mine
Along with which is freedom

I beg of you spirit within
I am reaching in to you
Grant me life, which I may live
And be happy that I do.

[Jadynara]

I like the concept of the piece. I think perhaps there are some areas that could be cleaned up in rhyme or meter, but overall a nicely written first post to the pages. Thanks for sharing. Welcome aboard.

Jady