Under the surface of mars

Down below, the red dry surface

Darkness prevails

Darkness prevails

Here I rest in seclusion

Here I rest in illusion

 

Darkness prevails

Any glimmer of light flee's quickly

And I stew in the past that claims to hold me

From moving on

Grains of sand creep into my ears

Acting as a barricade to keep me from hearing

This heat is searing 

I hear the skin blister

Any sign of hope enters a twister 

spinning continuosly where my heart used to be

Cruel to me to accept these beliefs 

Holding in all

Profusely refusing to release

I reek of failure

I reek of bleek 

 

 

 

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S74rw4rd's picture

This poem deserves a sequel

Beautiful poem on a compelling setting, and definitely the readers' interest in the persona suggests a sequel with additional detail.


Starward

Miiranda31's picture

 I like it. I read it and

 I like it. I read it and feel like I'm spinning around on a merry go round just reflecting.

nightlight1220's picture

Oh such a good write. That

Oh such a good write. That sounds very sad and forlorn... yet Mars I hear isn't too bad.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Mardigan's picture

Thanks man, appreciate it.

Thanks man, appreciate it. yea lol I hear mars is good this time of year