Poem: ISOLATION

ISOLATION

Release me out of this box.

Pounding hard
On these four walls

Fists and fury.
Blood and sweat.

I am
All that way
And more.

Pushing and passing through.

A place to stay.
A land to stand.

I’ve lost control
And shifted to the bitter end.

A tiny hole to breathe
With every ounce
Of oxygen remaining.

Time is a waste,
A rotation of nothing.

This is it.
The tumbling down
And down the drain.

Locked inside.

Bars and mud,
A darkness without.

No way to change,
No where to stay.

Release me now.

I will hold tight
The last pound of madness,
For strength
And understanding.

Now, comes the enduring story,
How I will gain
As only one.

Left alone
To defend myself.

Within this surrounding storm,
My heart beats faster,
Ready to burst forth.

Way too late
To hide away
From you.

©2010 Torrence King. All rights reserved. From the poetry-art collection “The Story So Far...” _______________________________________

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POEM: IT SHOULD BE ME

IT SHOULD BE ME

There is nothing more
Than time standing still.

Time to keep
And just about to run.

Out on the life I know,
The journey yields an end result.

Equaled measurements that play to the sum of my fear.

Boxed inside this shell,
I lost the last one left.

Hold on to that last hope
Sealed with the first kiss.

How sweet it is,
To taste it,
To feel it.

Nobody does it better.

How do you do it?

It's all amazing but I best be going.

Too late to turn around,
Too much to move straight forward.

Love this grand
Can stand the rain
And the pain
Of the one who hurts.

Time to keep
And just about to run.

It should be me by your side.

Way too late.
Way too late.

This is not how I feel.

©2005 Torrence King. All Rights Reserved.