Inside

The warmth around me,
like a heavy blanket in winter,
the darkness around me,
like the thick cloak over my head
the pulsing beats rhythmically,
like a heavy drum vibrating away.

I move along with it
choreographically
smiling along with others.
Giving no damn, I move along
with the rhythmically pulse.

Like a heavy traffic on a freeway
with no stop lights
it all moves along with the
rhythmically pulse.

I dances, giving no damn.
Then a bright light hit me.
Others scream when we look at each other.
We all looked up, to see a crying giant.
With a giant boulder, with some of our
friends on it.

Author's Note

A random poem (this phrase is getting old :P) but meh.

Reviews

[RachelReaper]

I love this poem! My favorite part was the last stanza.