Block

Something we all experience

 

A world of color

So vivid and alive

It pours like a waterfall

Cascading over the weather worn stones of my mind

Nightmares and dreams seem to blend harmoniously

Casting a much needed warmth into the darkness

And bring shadow to an absolute light

In the space between rages a war

Dragons and heroes battle satire and love

An eternal struggle for the rite of passage into our moral world

To the victor: Immortality waits

Their tell to be scrolled on the pages of history

Now and forever

But, one being so wicked would stand to prevent such an act

A beast with many names yet no soul

It devours all the stands in its way

Leaving only a glimmer of life that could have been

With no respect of person

It eats without being full

Once it is let loose there is nothing that can be done

Only oblivion waits those that oppose it

When it has past can you start to mend

The destruction left in wake is terrible

A prison few has ever escaped

I am one of those unfortunate few

The beast has come for me

And my mind is weak

My weapon too heavy for my hand to hold

Gone are the colors

The nightmares and the dreams

I reside in my living prison

My tomb

My block

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

It is what it is. Just a way to get around things.

Reviews

This is loaded with metaphors- and I quite like it.

I'm having my own block now. I don't know what I want anymore.

[David C. Landers]

It seems to have some issues with the flow, which I think you could help by possibly eliminating some "and"s. Nonetheless, well done, I feel as if when you state that "immortality waits" it would have been better off "immortality awaits" but meh, I guess that's my personal opinion.