Wander

[Twilight Serenade]

Well, this is my first try at writing a poem...I was in one of my angry moods, so I decided to write it.

Wander
I’m lost in a hallway
Inside my head.
I can’t find my way out
As easily as before.
When I wander, it gets worse.
I shout for help,
But it’s like no one can hear me.

I’m wandering the halls;
Opening doors.
But it’s no good.
I can’t see a thing.
Is my mind really this muddled?
Am I that confused?
It doesn’t matter;
Someone just get me out.

I’m tired of being so judged;
Tired of being so limited.
But most of all, I feel restricted.
Someone get me out of these walls
That I have unconsciously
Created within my mind.

I’m running as fast
As I can possibly go.
I see nothing but smoke and clouds;
But it’s then I hear something:
Someone walking towards me.
They see me and begin to walk faster;
I begin to slow down.
Then I see who it is;
It is the person who trapped me within
These walls of inner turmoil.

I begin to run the opposite
Way as I see your face.
I wonder if this can get any worse;
It turns out,
It can.
I see a dark bridge;
I begin to run across it,
Ignoring the eerie glow it casts
Upon the water below.

I cross my Bridge of Dreams
And burn it as so many have already done.
I ignore the tears as they
Spring to my eyes at the sight of
The beautiful bridge burning
With the fire of my hate.

Then I look at you,
Standing at the opposite river bank;
Staring at me with baleful eyes.
I feel no shame;
No embarrassment as I meet your gaze
With the fire burning in my eyes.
It’s then I realize:
It was you who made me this way;
You who destroyed my connection
To the rest of the world.
I blame you for all of my confusion,
But inside, I know I can only blame myself
For listening to you.

I need to find my way again,
But I don’t know how.
I can’t feel my emotions anymore;
I can’t feel the happiness I used to feel;
The love I felt;
Instead, I can only feel
The fury and hate that has built up inside
Of me.

I walk alone now,
Wondering if people normally feel
So isolated;
So abandoned;
So betrayed.
But what do I have to feel betrayed about?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I have no right to feel betrayed;
But somehow, I do.

I ask for help;
But what will that do for me?
Nothing.
I scream for help;
Wasting my breath.
I know there’s nothing left for me
In this world.

I have no use,
And definitely no heart.
I can’t think of anything to do;
Anything to help me escape this dark purgatory.
I just know one thing:
All that’s left for me now,
Is to wander.

Well...There it is, tell me if you like it, or if you don't. I won't be angry if you say you hate it, just tell me why. Constructive criticism is also needed, please!  

[1emon]

To me it feels a bit more like prose that poetry; the continuation of thought without drifting much makes it this way for me, I think. [I won't lie, that's a good thing. I have a hard time keeping my poetry from drifting away from the general thesis I try to make for myself.] I like the feel of it though, it's different.  

[Twilight Serenade]

hotgamerchic

To me it feels a bit more like prose that poetry; the continuation of thought without drifting much makes it this way for me, I think. [I won't lie, that's a good thing. I have a hard time keeping my poetry from drifting away from the general thesis I try to make for myself.] I like the feel of it though, it's different.

Thanks. I think I might try to edit some of it...See what else I can do with it.