週二 12月 07, 2010 10:29 pm
Something follows me home－
Again－as an Owner－
It darkens my World－arbitrarily－
Permeates and covers－
I cannot see, but sense－
It crawls close to me－and onto me－
Slavering－
Then comes the Spooky Leisure
My Soul struggles hard－so confined－
Screaming for a Flight
Painful is my Body to restrain－
So willful a Soul
While my Nerves dance－unrestrained－
As if to celebrate－
The Opening Ceremony of－
Some kind of Unrest
As expected－the Show begins－
Overwhelmingly－
The Drum－beats aloud and rapidly－
Like a Heart
The Performer unseen－on the darkest stage－
Performs an Awful Feeling－
Therewith I can feel－
The Weight of my Heart
At length the Show is ended－
Then－the calm of Nerves
And the silence of Soul－
The Thing is conquered－by Numbing Despair
p.s. I did turn off the light of my apartment in the evening so as to feel the loneliness with fear while I was composing it. The poem is apparently based on an imitational style of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. Hope you like it!
Again－as an Owner－
It darkens my World－arbitrarily－
Permeates and covers－
I cannot see, but sense－
It crawls close to me－and onto me－
Slavering－
Then comes the Spooky Leisure
My Soul struggles hard－so confined－
Screaming for a Flight
Painful is my Body to restrain－
So willful a Soul
While my Nerves dance－unrestrained－
As if to celebrate－
The Opening Ceremony of－
Some kind of Unrest
As expected－the Show begins－
Overwhelmingly－
The Drum－beats aloud and rapidly－
Like a Heart
The Performer unseen－on the darkest stage－
Performs an Awful Feeling－
Therewith I can feel－
The Weight of my Heart
At length the Show is ended－
Then－the calm of Nerves
And the silence of Soul－
The Thing is conquered－by Numbing Despair
p.s. I did turn off the light of my apartment in the evening so as to feel the loneliness with fear while I was composing it. The poem is apparently based on an imitational style of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. Hope you like it!
