A couple of days ago I started to search for my old poetry book, so I can make a newer updated one. Here is some poems from the old one. I wrote this poem when I first started poetry, I'm not sure what I was feeling at the time.
*Let it Flow*
Raven
A lost child, A lost wish -------------------------------------------
Down the hall
Stands a room
A room empty
empty of all
All thought, all feeling
A dark room
A barred window
A concrete floor
A single cot
A locked door
In the corner
Lays a child
Lost in the cold
Whispers of life
Fad away
Splashes of light
Bring past hope
Split seconds
Of what is gone
Jagged lines across the sill
Nobody notices
The room, locked
Nobody notices
A lost child
Lost in the darkness
A last breath
A last hope
A last thought
A last choice
A child with one wish
A wish to be found
On last wish
But a whisper in the air
A forgotton whisper
This is very interesting.. to me it sounds like the hall could be a mind.. and the child is lost in her mind waiting to be rescued. Its a sad poem and I think the emotion is there.. good job especially for one of your first poems.
Submission Name: A lost child, A lost wish
