Prosier Poems | Examples

And Now I Lay

Sound so ruptured in this silk;
made by woven flowers that have become prosier,
together bind and cover the lost of growing roots.

Darkness fell open my eyes,
with the entrance of this world of sulk;
emptiness is glared upon me by those of names forgot.

Such harshness are these yells.
They speak of lust, greed, and lies;
the very things that keep them starved and blinded thrive.

I cannot sense the things that made me live,
happiness, hope, and love...
where were these treasured item thrown, for I can't reach above.

I roam in a solitude that is not known to my mind,
but my body wanders instinctively to the smell of suicide;
...what is this place...I now stand in front my grave...

As I see me laid to sleep...
What misfortunes have I made?
Please O God...my soul to keep...please wake me from this place!