Poem: Daylight

As part of Latte Junkie’s Lyrical Sunday.

And a clumsy attempt at Iambic Pentameter.

The soul is trapped inside cruel beams of light,
A cauldron mixing fear and dreadful noise.

The heart compact and muscle strained within,
This writhed human shell can’t withstand more pain.

Gently stepping out embracing sun, 
A calming breeze ruffles the head.

All streets are stretched and wide without an end,
The soul is free where hope and dreams remain.

2 thoughts on “Poem: Daylight

  1. What a great poem. I enjoyed the relief I felt as they left the building and got outside.

    I love the last two lines. It’s very evocative. I am impressed that you tried the Iambic Pentameter – I still can’t master it…

    LJx

  2. What a great poem. I enjoyed the relief I felt as they left the building and got outside.

    I love the last two lines. It’s very evocative. I am impressed that you tried the Iambic Pentameter – I still can’t master it…

    LJx

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