The Fight

by N J Thornton   Apr 18, 2007


A dank and musty reek
drip...drop;
incessant.

As slimy-smooth rocks
lick my knees
and moss tickles my palms.

My weary limbs and soiled skin
gasp for sunrays,
and yen relief from
the fight.

The ticks and breaths
seem blank in the
pitch-damp,
as my movements echo
again,
and again...

Still, my blurred vision
ponders for a diamond
and urges the Sun
to cease the game of
hide and seek.

--

"Depending on whether you read it literally or metaphorically you may get a slightly different meaning. Either way every fight should end with a sunny sigh."

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  • 17 years ago

    by SmileeItsBritt

    Alright well, you wanted me to be honest so I am going to do that. I've read a few of your poems, and personally its not intriuging to me, because I have a very different style of writing than you do. I mean, for sure these are good poems and have wonderful meaning to them, but I'm not going to give you bull crap comments about how I love it, when its just not my style. Hope you understand!

  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Again this is diffrent, in a good way. Ir eally like your poems, you are talented beyond belief. Excellent write, keep up the good work, and I couldn't agree more wtih every fight ending in a sunny sigh.

  • 17 years ago

    by BrokenREALiTy

    Interesting write . I`m not a very insightful person, so I saw some of it metaphorically, some literally, and then the rest I just didn`t understand xD

    As slimy-smooth rocks
    lick my knees

    I liked those two lines . I don`t know why , they just seemed to stick with me . The poem was pretty great either way (:
    ..__MiNDYY

  • 17 years ago

    by KeyxMashingxParody

    This was a different thing for me, for I took as both Literally and metaphorically. IT was amazing both ways. It's like I've been there, and yet I want to be there. Not sure if I got my point across but yeah. great write! 5/5

    -Liz-
    ~muahs to all~

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