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Jibberish

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I feel. I hear. I see.
I sense... and yet
My bonds get severed
My mind meek, perhaps helpless
It must not allow its saturation in shallowness
any longer
Nor should it long to compete
with the longing of other's hearts.
Want.
Is this it?
The world is shrinking into threes and twos.
I fear. They too be eaten
into this blackhole
I've created
they've created
we've all created
blackhole prisoned by its sooty black pitiful stomach
Never to be casted eye, nor ear nor tongue, upon
Only their spirit remains
and yet it is not their own
but mine.
I like what I wrote but I cannot really say if people could relate to it.

I would perhaps like people to understand it by the way if feels to them, rather than the way it reads.

Reading it literally does not give as much satisfaction as reading it merely with one's emotions.

I cannot say if this really is a working poem, but it does give me a particular feel of hopelessness and frustration.

I wonder what else it imparts to others.
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