Up To The Sun

[Rahsash Geldich]

This hurts-

A molten saw

Ravaging nerves

Frayed into snapping

They flail at the air-

Down I fall

 

And abyss

Of

Nothingness

Swallows me whole

 

Icy tendrils thrust

Their roots

Ruthlessly

Into my heart-

The tempo slows

 

Vines climb

The trellace of my soul

And they block

The piercing rays

Of the sun.

 

It is too hard

To uproot these weeds

Of despair-

They feed on my

Discontentment

 

And while they are ugly

No one seems to notice;

To want to pull them out

And help me reach

Up to the sun.

 

This cocoon is

Stronger than I

And I can't see out.

The shade is unending

The darkness

Is isolation

 

It makes my head throb.

Poison fruit rots

The stench creeping

Seeping bleak thoughts

Into the hidden crannies

Of my mind.

I think I might crack-

My skull jaggedly split

 

Perhaps because

My tears-

Of release-

are Stuck

Trapped

Unable to seep

Down my face

And shrivel

These roots from

Desert soil

 

To rip off the foilage

Covering the flaws

Would be so exposing-

Its so asy to hide

 

But O!

How I shrivel

And am overtaken

Obscured-

Lost to oblivion here

 

Let someone find me-

Have some urge

To see what lies

Behind the bark

of this plant with

Tough limbs and

Hidden barbed thorns

 

Instill them with Courage

Hope

That what they find

May yet again reach

Up to the sun.

[Zariah]

you present GREAT imagery and sensory concepts and feelings in this poem! I loved it!

[Rahsash Geldich]

Thank you very much! I'm using it for my portfolio piece, and I'm very happy with how it turned out.