There was a boy,
He wasn't tall
He wasn't skinny
He wasn't small,
He didn't weigh that many,
He was confined to a dark and baron cave,
Darkness engulfed him,
To darkness, he was a slave.
One day he blinked,
And he knew he blinked,
He could see for once,
There was a light,
But it started to shrink,
His eyes adjusted,
he ran towards the light,
He almost tripped once,
He almost tripped twice!
The light stopped shrinking,
It started to grow!
He stopped running,
He started to walk slow,
He approached the light,
It was a small glowing girl,
She looked like an angel,
She looked serene,
Her eyes were hypnotic,
Her eyes were so green,
He said "Hello!" "To whom do you belong?"
She looked him in the eye and said
"I belong to no one!" "But not belonging feels wrong!"
He paused for a second, took a beat or two,
He looked back at her again,
He realized there was something he could do,
He smiled and said "To the one who does not belong",
"Would you like to here my cry?"
"Would you like to here my song?"
She nodded in agreement,
Her eyes started to gleam,
They were both no longer alone,
Together they were a team!
He started to sing to her,
He sang of empty caves,
He told her of the darkness,
He sang her the nocturne of a slave,
He sang of how he prayed,
he sang of how he begged,
he sang of how he had been alone,
He sang of how he stayed,
She heard his song and loved it,
She said she would never leave,
She told him that they were in this together,
And together they would be.
His eyes felt heavy,
And to sleep he soon drifted,
His mind was at rest,
His spirit had been lifted,
He awoke hours later,
Only to not be awake,
But he was awake,
And that's when he started to shake,
He shook with fear because it was dark,
His movement soon ceased,
He was frozen; He was stark,
She was gone,
But she said she'd never leave!
Leave she did,
And hurt was he.
He felt around the cave to guide his path,
He searched for days,
In darkness bath,
The only time he saw her,
Was once in a dream,
But since she had left,
He hadn't seen a gleam,
His legs grow tired,
His hands grow weary,
He searches to find her,
But the path is dreary,
He must accept that He is confined to this cave,
He must accept,
That He will always be darkness's slave.
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Coeur De Tristesse (heart of sadness) A Collection of Poems.
PoetryCoeur De Tristesse (heart of sadness), is another edition of poetry presented by Lucien LeSchants. It touches on love, being alone, and feelings. If you enjoy heart felt poetry, you will surely enjoy this collection!
