I went searching for you
in the depths of the well
I called out your name
and nothing was received
Apart from the echo of my own voice
I looked for that pretty ribbon in your hair
It was red,
silk, and tied in a bow
I thought maybe, it had fallen out
Gone with the wind
carried away by the salt stained waves
I came across a child
who's name i can't remember
But he grasped my hand and asked me to follow him
And so i did, and we kept going and going
down this spiral path
I thought it would never end,
and it didn't
Lost, never to be found
I call out your name with the
hope that you will return
and yet i haven't seen that
red ribbon shine upon my eyes
for many moons.
Tag: poet
The Curse of the Blahs
I feel like
a burden
Like an anchor,
holding down a ship
And all i am doing is
Letting the waves beat against me
eroding me
ruining me
There's nothing i can do but
watch, and let it happen
My chest is very
heavy
As if i am carrying
A ton of bricks
They clash against me
and i do not sink
or fall
under the pressure
Instead i give the heaviness
A home
As if it is part of me,
and i am a part of it
My head is a
maze
A series of lines
unconnected
Yet all sending me
these messages,
these reminders.
I am stuck
with no way out.
I feel like a painting
in an art gallery
that has been deemed
irreparable.
As my beauty has been
stained
and tainted
Too far beyond any
recognition.
I have a curse
and it is casting a
blanket of darkness
over me
It is shadowy, and quiet.
Freddie Keeble Poetry 