The Lovers

A short poem I wrote in regard of the Tarot Card: "The Lovers" which is meant to portray a connection or a lack of, to one's own world or reality.

 

Entrapped and begotten,

In memories forgotten,

Lie men in all their misery

In their mind’s own taut tapestry

Victims of their own judgment,

Prisoner of their own deliberations,

 

A voice kept silent,

A world out of reach

 

In trenches over yonder,

in lives in spent whispers,

where do these lovers lie

when all the world becomes a darkened lie?

 

Prisoners of their own deliberations,

Voices kept silenced,

A world out of reach...

Author's Note

the picture is my own original design, please do not use without permission... or I will come to your house and suck your blood :D

Reviews

[The realest]

to be trapped inside a thought... Great read for me and i been reading all day, the sense of imprisonment and oppression is portrayed elegantly through your use of words and imagery. Great job

[RAWR!]

hmm suck your blood, peculiar visuals

anyway, i liked this poem,
good rhyming i liked the pace, and the force of it.
its like a lion chewing basically is what i mean.
but i guess that dosent make much sense to you.

oh the flow is pretty brilliant i might add
and the break
- a voice kept silence,
the whole thing is just very lyrical,

anyway, thanks for sharing.
i will try to read one of your storys when i feel less ADD.