Poem · 2010-07-23
Scared
A noise stirs the motion.
The needed winds are a scare.
The shattered bulb;
a light lost in the dust.
I look to myself,
prove my way to the exit.
Furnitures hit, then
dreams collide.
The door is nowhere near.
© 2014 Vivek Koshy
Responses
4 preservedAndrea
I love your descriptions, Do you paint??? I hope you do? I can't imagine 'dreams collide' I see you seek that the the 'door' but it's far. I t is so sad to see such young talent so fed up!
15 Years Agonono
Everyone feels like this sooner or latter. The scares of something can really hurt a person. And the expressions in this is beautiful nicely said!
16 Years AgoVivek Koshy
nightmare.
16 Years AgoDamienHino
you move in discomfort, furious winds, lights break. you question yourself as to what to do. sounds like a tornado hit...or possibly a nightmare...hmm i'm curious
16 Years Ago