How can I pour <br />All of my tragedy <br />Into my poetry? <br /> <br />How can I hear a choir <br />Of my past <br />Into my heart? <br /> <br />I am trapped into my tragedy, <br />As I am trapped in poetry... <br />But no one is there <br />To show me the way out! <br /> <br />I am trapped into my past, <br />In the depths of my night, <br />Should I go to the crematory <br />And throw myself to the flames? <br /> <br />I am the slave of poetry, <br />So I already am the slave <br />Of those flames, <br />For what is passion, <br />What is poetry <br />If not the greatest fire? <br /> <br />My endless tragedy still <br />Draws tears on my face... <br /> <br />My desperate poetry <br />Still screams from within me, <br />Still uses me as a demon <br />I would be possessed by... <br /> <br />My past is always there, <br />Never giving up, <br />How can I erase my guilt? <br /> <br />I am trapped into my past, <br />In the depths of my own night, <br />Should I walk on the thin ice <br />Of my sanity, <br />See if it breaks... <br />Then I’d be free... <br />Free in an asylum, <br /> <br />But I already found freedom... <br />Shivering cold in the icy water, <br />Burning my flesh into the flames, <br />The flames of poetry!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-into-poetry/
