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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