Chained Down

Chained Down

A Poem by Olive Belikov

It calls to me

the wind, the trees, the water,

they call my name.

From this tinted window

 covered in layers of dust and death,

letting light seep through

but letting nothing out,

I gaze upon their beauty.

The sight of freedom

plucks at the strings in my heart.

My lungs, my toes, my fingernails

all feel electric, yet

somehow

stoned down.

As a bluebird flies by

it pulls with it the tears

from my wounded eyes.

To see it soaring so high

without a care in the world

brings pain to my flightless soul.

Faintly the sounds call,

whispering words of a sanctuary

into my desperet ears.

I would give anything,

everything,

to hear them freely, unchained.

Even the life I have left in me

is a price I would willingly pay.

I feel so ghostly, breathless, buried,

cut off from the world.

Being forced to lay dormant

as velvety grass calls your name

is pure torture, pure agony.

To know it's there,

alive and full,

yet not be able to run your fingers

through the warm summer air.

You don't know how it feels,

don't tell me you do.

To have peices of yourself ripped away

and layed right in front of you,

one step out of reach.

It's the last step

that makes all the difference too.

The last step that truly hurts.

For it turns into miles,

far beyond anyones reach,

least of all my own.

But every so often I know,

when the wind blows just right

and the air lights up,

a single moment in time

comes upon me.

When through a crack, a crevous

in the wall, the wind comes through.

Lifting tendrils of my hair

in a heavenly wind

that blows the dark away.

© 2012 Olive Belikov


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A deep look at the terrors of depression. At least that is how I read it. Excellent word usage to produce imagery for your reader, and to peek into the depth of despair felt by some occasionally and too often by many sufferers on a daily basis. Several sections I like but two particularly strike me...
1. "I feel so ghostly, breathless, buried,
cut off from the world."

2. "You don't know how it feels,
don't tell me you do.
To have peices of yourself ripped away
and layed right in front of you,
one step out of reach.
It's the last step
that makes all the difference too.
The last step that truly hurts."


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I don't even know how to reply to this poem without feeling like I didn't say enough.
The imagery that you used was absolutely amazing! This was beautifully written, yet depressing and dark at the same time. You show the feelings and thoughts of someone that is held back by their depression and can't seem to find their way back up to the light. I can feel the struggle that this person is having, fighting against their own mind. And I can see how much the person wants to win that fight, to stop all of the pain, and live a new life without hurt.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I just love the way you write.. The "As a bluebird flies by
it pulls with it the tears
from my wounded eyes.
To see it soaring so high
without a care in the world
brings pain to my flightless soul."

That is magic.. you really grabbed my heart with this..xo

Posted 11 Years Ago


letting light seep through

but letting nothing out,................my mind its full of depression...........but really awesome

Posted 11 Years Ago


very deep and moving. the imagery you have created was very vivid and full of emotion, great job :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


"desperet" - desperate?
"crevous" - crevice?

Well written, flowing, descriptive work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


many will relate, deep and dark, wonderfully done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


WoW!!! Im totally in love with this piece, this was amazing!! The pain, hurt, despair, the comfort from the cold, and the comfort from the warmth...it's like an astral projection that ur in a place where time is completely still, and everything is spirialing down to a slow halt, and ur caught in the vortex of it all because of the many pains, plights, and hardships of life, and u wished that somebody would just reach out to you and pull u back in, love you, be with you, make love to you, and fill ur soul with the most amazing feeling of joy, and the beautiful smells of love itself and what it all has to offer. Yet, it's a feeling of being chained constantly because of the cruelness of the world itself, and it doesnt wanna set you free because of it. Sorry for the long review, but that's what i got out of it hehe. Great job tho. 'Twas very haunting, and very thought-provoking. A really nice job with this!! :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A deep look at the terrors of depression. At least that is how I read it. Excellent word usage to produce imagery for your reader, and to peek into the depth of despair felt by some occasionally and too often by many sufferers on a daily basis. Several sections I like but two particularly strike me...
1. "I feel so ghostly, breathless, buried,
cut off from the world."

2. "You don't know how it feels,
don't tell me you do.
To have peices of yourself ripped away
and layed right in front of you,
one step out of reach.
It's the last step
that makes all the difference too.
The last step that truly hurts."


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Olive Belikov
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