The Calls
Calls? What calls?
I can't hear them from the top of these walls?
Fall? I did fall.
I fell for you.
The bloodstained ground.
That solid sound.
Of beating. Beating?
My heart is feeling?
You? Was it you?
It can't be true...
Up, Up I should go. I should know.
But I didn’t though.
That sound.
Making my heart pound and pound.
The call? Call of the siren?
That melody. Sweet symphony.
Your voice. The choice,
I made and paid the price.
I got to splice, these memories.
Sweet, sweet memories.
They defeated me.
I hurt. I'm hurting. Hurting badly.
Wrong choice sadly.
Help me. I'm bleeding. Bleeding badly.
I'm not happy.
Sink? I'm sinking.
Sinking. Sinking. thinking?
I've been thinking.
Eyes stayed blinking.
Time goes by.
Did I die?
Death? Hell? This is hell.
How can I tell?
What is this spell?
It's not real.
Why do I feel.
Down I go. Drown I know.
Walls built high but being filled in.
Getting killed within,
These walls. Walls?
Oh right. I answered the calls. . .
About this poem
A poem about finding love and losing them. Building relationships and planning futures constantly but finding out you aren't their soulmate only to leave and be left and get hurt. to continue your search while hardening your heart along the way. until another comes to break those walls. (also made it so it never ends) Enjoy!!
Written on November 16, 2022
Submitted by SpazGodofChaosandPeace on January 15, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,083 |
Words | 255 |
Stanzas | 40 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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