And He Remains Still..

What does it mean to be drained?
How it feels to be hollow?
The world is spinning,
The day comes
Followed by night
They both disappear
But reappear
Yet he remains still
Despite the singing birds, the colorful trees,
The shining sun and the gentle breeze
He remains still
Undone by misery and tears
Unmoved like a heavy stone
Buried deep
In a bottomless sea
Insensible of those around
Living in shadows
Careless of the surrounding brightness
Like an hideous mole on a pleasant face
All you wish is his riddance
Yet, he remains still
Pushing away whoever touches him
Slaying whoever loves him
Suffocating himself along the way
A rising menace
Spoiling the elegant horizon
Attractive to some, he might be
Nevertheless, still a sweet poison
No hope is there
For those who care
For he remains still
Is it the death of his life?
Or the life of his death?
A dead life?
A life without life…
Where emptiness reigns
And darkness prevail
Imagine living like that
For nothing to win
Like an empty vase upturned
The only way to be free
Is for it to be broken
Yet… it remains still
As he remains still…

Comments

Shahoodeh said…
So no new poems?
5 April 2009 at 10:05
The Gray said…
well, there is this one..

SILENT AGONY


he lays silently, wounded on the ground
listening to his heart's tumbling sound

the reason of his pain, he could not see
so he falls deadly in his silent agony

he's exhausted screaming his lungs out
but hears no sounds as he opens his mouth

his face is covered with his tears
Savored by his pain and all his fears

and thus he lays silently wounded on the ground
knife on his hand...
...and then he’s gone.
6 April 2009 at 23:33
Shahoodeh said…
I like it...the idea and the rhyming scheme...But there is room for improvement...

Silently he lies... sounds better..and I don't like the reason of his pain...

the ending is dramatic but perhaps you could have built up to it more..

keep reading it outloud and experiment with it...

good luck
7 April 2009 at 12:20
The Gray said…
lol.. poetry 101..!!
7 April 2009 at 17:08
Shahoodeh said…
hey its fun :P
9 April 2009 at 10:05
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