This is a poem that can be interpretated from anything from a relationship breakdown to a loss of faith. Being lost and then being found.

  • Subway

    Sitting in the subway

    On he cold damp floor

    The blackness won’t stop

    It’s all around

     

    No laughter no joy

    Well that was your main aim

    I was an easy target

    For you little game

     

    I gave you my all

    My soul and my heart

    Oh how you laughed

    When you tore them apart

     

    A black heart it beats heavy

    With no purpose or aim

    Other than to cause misery

    Heartache and pain

     

    Your heart is so black

    It can hardly be seen

    It beats like dark thunder

    Deafening my screams

     

    A strong will is needed

    To keep you back

    To heal the wounds

    And put the goodness back

     

    A kind spirit would heal me

    Of this I am sure

    Like I am sure of my heart

    This is honest and pure

     

    My heart it feels empty

    I am lost and unsure

    Here in the subway

    On the damp cold floor

     

    No I’m not angry

    Not and I bitter

    I feel nothing but pity

    You stuck in your winter

     

    As I blink and look up

    What’s that in the distance?

    I blink and I focus

    A hand offering assistance

     

    I was frozen with fear

    It’s been dark for so long

    “It’s time to get up,

    Quick quick come along”

     

    “It’s time that we got you

    Out of this hole”

    Then he lifted me up

    Body spirit and soul.

     

     

     

     

     

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