Poem Page Three










The Oubliette

By:Elizabeth Abigail Clewis


A place to be forgotten... it sound like a nice place but I am not allowed to go there... Inside my head rattle three personalities. Their vocies the same and it is hard to tell them apart. I feel I am no longer in comand of my own mind... it is sad. The oubliette a reminder yet of the pain I have dropped like old skin. The pain that to me now is but a spider web on the mirror of the past. In such a graceful way the oubliette pulls my thoughts. It teases me. I dance around it peering in at the pain I have put there to be forgotten and soo grow tried. I go and sit back on my silver chair and listen to it protest is sickly grasp for air of life. They will soon die and they know it, we all do. They scream like drunken fools in a rage. They tell me not to forget them, to not throw them away... They yell to me hat is the depresing pool of sorrow is where I belong. I was born into this they say, it is in my blood. They tell me to not do this to myself. They love is evil and is but a lie in all the ends of the many paths... they say they lead no where. I scream at them. They quiet donw a bit. Then in fear they scream matching my scream then bringing it to a high pitch break the walls of the oubliette. I can only stare. They walk towards me, my pains, in all power they glow. One's eyes stand out. A silver colour to match my chair. They are full of pain... of chorse she already is pain, but I hurt her beyond that any other could. One tear like a crystal lay on her cheek. I stare at her eyes... I cannot pull back as into her eyes I fell to a pit of horror. I created this, my imprint made the walls. Now i was in my own oubliette. Then a golden light. A rope of care hung from the ceiling of the oubliette... a way out. My pain screamed at me and told me not to climb but this light called me and encased my mind in golden joy. It made me feel safe... I always wanted to feel safe. I climbed and now shall I smile. Love saved me, and now I shall live forever safe in its arms. I will not say good bye to my pain as I ride away to my new life. I shall forget them as I had intended.





MY Star

By:Elizabeth Abigail Clewis


I cry tonight as I let my beautiful star free.
If I hold it anymore it will begin to hate me.
I open my hands then pause and look away.
As the beautiful star disappears into the darken sky.
All I feel now is pain.
And I know I will betray the star if I cry.
But I cry tonight without control.
For I have lost a bit of my soul...
I watch the day and night entwine
Oh my beautiful star you are the sunlight and moon that with glory will shine.
All that you left me to remember you by was a scar.
A scar where you use to take space in my soul.
If only you told me your name.
If only I saw your true face...
Everything might be the same.
You would still be in my hands instead of this blade.
You would be here to make me laugh when I started to weep.
But you are forever gone I am afraid.
Here in my last living hours I write my epitaph.
You gave me pain, you cut so deep.
Till my death you will find me counting down...
I cry tonight as I set my star free.
That star was my every dream.
But why would it want to be here with me?
That star could have the world it may seem to me.
I stare at my empty hands that will never hold anything so heavenly again.
My soul with it I would share had the star stayed with me.
But keeping it would be a sin.
How could I commit such a horrid crime?
I should have known nothing would ever be mine.
Star you deserve so much more than to stay with me.
Here and now my star I set free.




My Dream

By:Elizabeth Abigail Clewis


I looked for my dream and try to pull my dream to me when i found it but I was not thinking right and pulled to soon and my poor dream died and faded away into a myth. I grew up not believing it existed and saw it one day, my dream. I ran for it and as I got closer slowed down... I creeped up behind it and scared it and now it seems to shut me out. My dream is someone elses dream and my dream, well it has a dream it is chasing too... I stand here watching it and pull my jacket close around me to sheild the cold. My dream needs help to caught its dream and now I must do all I can to make sure my dream is happy. I am alone... and NO matter what anyone says I shall be alone until that dream can AND IS willing to be mine. So I am alone forever... my dream shall soon find its dream and I will make sure of that... and like my star I know my dream deserves so much better than me... Oh! To dream an untouchable dream is to commit suicide and so I do every hour of my painful life.







© 1999, 2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis



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