Twelve Years

Sums up the last twelve years of my life

Twelve years feel like twelve decades

Their demand exceeds our dying supply

Recovery rebukes the rising Recession

The economy falls into an endless dive

and a depression of shock and fear

meets halfway each year

It will be forever before the market of my country booms

should it never come, then I greet my awaited dooms

 

 

Twelve years feel like twelve centuries

of pain and desolation

Isolation is incomparable, people are changed

and I accept my exile at the edge of the earth

in the winter, banned from the cell’s hearth

I grow cold, I grow bitter, I grow impatient

I feel envy from those that surround

who seek my earned glory, praying I was never around

 

 

Twelve years feel like twelve millennia

During these twelve years of misery and desertion

The pain of my past plays me unending

hide and seek

set on an open field, no trees, just towers

Twelve years become twelve turbulent hours

Every hour, the pain ignites my fears

and I will seek to hide… but only after twelve years

Author's Note

The format is intentional

Reviews

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

this is really well written :) an awesome read; I could really feel the power behind the words here, which is always a good thing in poetry. Wonderful job :)