From the Heart of a Freak
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
569
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Earthquake
Earthquake
The room around me shakes and shouts
I cannot feel the ground under my feet
There is an earthquake in my heart
A constant upheaval in my life
It seems as though it will never end
They are all around me now
The walls of their bodies caving in
Claustrophobia was never a problem before
I just want the space to breathe
Space to be me
Space
Space
Space to be
I am who I am and nothing will change that
No one will be able to touch me
We are the Vikings
The kings of kings
I am a goddess in my own right
The air around me moves in the wind
The voices are causing the upheaval again
Riot in the streets
Cobblestones are being thrown
Windows breaking
Babes crying for their mothers
I am there
There in the midst of the revolution
The walls still close around my body
The earthquake becomes worse than ever
It is becoming harder to turn in on myself
To escape without moving
I need to leave this place
To go somewhere where the words flow freely
Somewhere where there is peace in the heart
I need to smells of comfort
The blanket of literature
I need to escape the earthquakes
They will leave soon enough on their own terms
But soon enough isn’t soon enough
The earthquakes are suffocating
There is no place where I can breathe
No where to find that freshness
I am a sitting duck where I am
And so I try to run
I become the warrior
I am the sorcerer
Soon it will be over and I can be whatever I want
Whoever I wish
I can be where I want to be
But now there are the earthquakes
An upheaval in my heart
Claustrophobia was never a problem before
The room around me shakes and shouts
I cannot feel the ground under my feet
There is an earthquake in my heart
A constant upheaval in my life
It seems as though it will never end
They are all around me now
The walls of their bodies caving in
Claustrophobia was never a problem before
I just want the space to breathe
Space to be me
Space
Space
Space to be
I am who I am and nothing will change that
No one will be able to touch me
We are the Vikings
The kings of kings
I am a goddess in my own right
The air around me moves in the wind
The voices are causing the upheaval again
Riot in the streets
Cobblestones are being thrown
Windows breaking
Babes crying for their mothers
I am there
There in the midst of the revolution
The walls still close around my body
The earthquake becomes worse than ever
It is becoming harder to turn in on myself
To escape without moving
I need to leave this place
To go somewhere where the words flow freely
Somewhere where there is peace in the heart
I need to smells of comfort
The blanket of literature
I need to escape the earthquakes
They will leave soon enough on their own terms
But soon enough isn’t soon enough
The earthquakes are suffocating
There is no place where I can breathe
No where to find that freshness
I am a sitting duck where I am
And so I try to run
I become the warrior
I am the sorcerer
Soon it will be over and I can be whatever I want
Whoever I wish
I can be where I want to be
But now there are the earthquakes
An upheaval in my heart
Claustrophobia was never a problem before