Description: A magnetic poem I made quite some time ago. I think I posted it on here before, but I'm not sure.
Like An Ocean of Red... -------------------------------------------
Secret Prisoner
War smoke wake steel morning
Like ocean of red
Pierce stream – only here will you remember
Rot surrounds
Dying heart
Bone fresh above the breeze
Men haunted by lingering bellow of broken decay
A person who is different that their outward presentation, they are hidden and imprisoned within themself. This person keeps finding their cage desolate, murderous, a very deadly and ill-ridden place to be contained in. What things of importance that they try to convey when they may are overlooked, all the wrong things are what others about them remember. This person is their own jailer and they have practiced this art for a very long time. They have gotten so good at it that they cannot release themselves and at the same time they are desperately in need of deliverance they are enticed by their cage. They have lost so much of themself that they cannot be freed because they are unsure of what it is or who they are that will be released, revealed.
Their doubt is killing them. Time is killing them. The pain is so raw and open no matter how many bandages are applied and masks worn. They are not healing no matter how many medicines and cures are used in that attempt.
They almost don’t want to be free, enticed by the wound – they have become so complacent they’d rather simply die then find out who they are and be released.
I enjoy these magnetic pieces and I like to find the commonality and theme in the seemingly random. I also do that when I play Scrabble - I like to see if there is something to all the words being presented. Yep, I'm that dorky!
This reminded me of a battlefield piece and I thought the ending statement was quite fitting!
Submission Name: Like An Ocean of Red...
