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.
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