Friday, April 13, 2007

His Back against the Wall...

The back's against the wall...
His back's against the wall,

he cringes in the corner,
the rooms gone dark,
silence is the only sound
that adds spark....

he tries a motion,
stutter is only wat he can
his light frame falls to the ground...
expression remain deadpan

his back's still against the wall...

blood on the forehead trickles down,
for a second, his eyelids blink
the rumbling of the floor below...
his heart's feels itself sink

the pit of his stomach
churns out nothing but fear,
amongst the others he wishes,
he wishes there was someone near

his back still remains against the wall,

as the cerebration take him...
to the times that were his,
Times that were colourful...
when Life were a God's kiss

as if the thoughts were a spur-on,
regardless of the current strife,
he tries to rise
again, from his wreckage called Life

he cares a damn about the wall...

3 comments:

prisonerofdpast said...

Awesome.. Dark, yet the ray of hope.. Im impressed ( n surprised ;) ) !

Anonymous said...

morbidly dark to start off..but the optimism at the end completely negates that.. i like!
i always love the story of the underdog beatin the odds.

Posterori said...

Neat... and didnt think u would be so morbid... not a bundle of cheer are you? ;)

would like to read more... keep it up...