Hope in the Darkness
Disclaimer-JRR Tolkien owns everything, chracters, setting, event, etc. I
only own the poem
Darkness
Nothing but darkness surrounds me
Not the darkness of a dream
for I know that I have awakened
and that that nightmare has passed
Not the darkness of blindness
for I know my eyes can see
if only I were to open them
No, I simply have no will to let them open
I do not wish to let them see
and let them show me the nightmare
I have endured for the past two days
The snarls and growls of those
that surround me and keep an eye
on my every movement
The heated quarrels that begin
with the ring of drawn blades
and that end usually with death
The sting of whips
The pain in my wrists an ankles
The gripping bite of claws
of the creature
that bears me on its back
The fear of what is still to come
The aching of my heart as hope slowly slips away
Suddenly, amidst the growling and angry shouting
The ringing and clanging
of weapons being drawn and fought with
comes another sound that doesn't belong
the soft mummer and sigh
and a small cry of anguish
of one still at rest
and yet not at peace
Slowly, I will one eye to flutter open
then the other
in front of me I see a face
A face belonging to my friend
who has ended up in the same plight as I
still asleep on the cold stony ground
wrists and ankles tightly bound
the scrapes and bruises of captivity
the look of pain and fear spread across his face
I realize that I am not alone in this
and neither is he
We both have each other
and live or die
we'll pull thru and finish this
the same way we began it
Together
Disclaimer-JRR Tolkien owns everything, chracters, setting, event, etc. I
only own the poem
Darkness
Nothing but darkness surrounds me
Not the darkness of a dream
for I know that I have awakened
and that that nightmare has passed
Not the darkness of blindness
for I know my eyes can see
if only I were to open them
No, I simply have no will to let them open
I do not wish to let them see
and let them show me the nightmare
I have endured for the past two days
The snarls and growls of those
that surround me and keep an eye
on my every movement
The heated quarrels that begin
with the ring of drawn blades
and that end usually with death
The sting of whips
The pain in my wrists an ankles
The gripping bite of claws
of the creature
that bears me on its back
The fear of what is still to come
The aching of my heart as hope slowly slips away
Suddenly, amidst the growling and angry shouting
The ringing and clanging
of weapons being drawn and fought with
comes another sound that doesn't belong
the soft mummer and sigh
and a small cry of anguish
of one still at rest
and yet not at peace
Slowly, I will one eye to flutter open
then the other
in front of me I see a face
A face belonging to my friend
who has ended up in the same plight as I
still asleep on the cold stony ground
wrists and ankles tightly bound
the scrapes and bruises of captivity
the look of pain and fear spread across his face
I realize that I am not alone in this
and neither is he
We both have each other
and live or die
we'll pull thru and finish this
the same way we began it
Together