Still in the maze, Try to find my way, Come to a dead end, Nothing to say. Something’s happening, This new power, I sense its white magic, Getting rid of the sour. Now I reach, This dense fog, I walk forward, To a bog. This untouched water, What should I do? It’s too deep, I can’t walk through. I hear my senses, Drink some, It’s odd taste, My body goes numb. I can feel it, This new feeling, This new luck, It’s like a healing. The water touched, By the cold, I feel my soul, The one I sold. An odd figure, Rises up, From the water, It holds a cup. Inside the cup, The piece I need, This is what, The darkness used to feed. My true soul, The one I missed, The one that helped me, Receive that kissed. I know the power, I’ve been gifted with, In my story, Just an old myth. I have the power, I know what to say, Now in my story, Everything’s okay. The odd figure, Just stands there, I’ve seen its face, And I know where. That one angel, It’s wings spread out, What does this mean? What is this about? I see the tear, Not only her, The tear was about, But me, I’m sure. I walk forward, To the light, But the darkness, I feel its might. I resist it, Keep on walking, I hear the evil, I hear it talking. I can’t go back, Can’t lose it all, Must keep going, I hear the angel call. I follow its voice, Then I see, What I lost, That was the key. I must take, A new form, Destroy the darkness, In a huge swarm. Shattered Dreams, I am coming, To save them all, All are summoning. They all summon, My new power, Once again, Over death I tower. I own it now, The crystal cave, And this is what, I need to save. That one kiss, Wish it were real, The last piece I need, For my heart to seal…
Reason for writing:
This is when I relized something I never did. When I was at a haunted house, me, my friend Daken (he dosen't like his name to be told), my sister, and two of her friends went to different houses, it was different small ones in a group. When we were going through one for the second time, I felt one of the girls grab my arm. I thought it was my sister, so I was going to turn to her and smack her (sibiling rivalry), but was her friend Sherry. She held my arm through the haunted houses for the rest of the night. I felt like I've been blessed with a new hope. And even better, my friend, Scott, also likes her, but he didn't mind her holding my arm (he figured that if he was there, she would his arm, which is most likely true). But I was still having problems with Jessica. The worst was at the Homecoming football game, that's where my next poem comes in...
Birth sign: Virgo
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