surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Inside the Box
It was a cold, dark autumn night. Midnight was approaching silently and swiftly, like an owl on the wind. The sky was void of all but faint flickers of starlight. The Man sat quietly in his chair by the fire place. The flame flickered like a serpent's tongue, lashing this way and that. The Man was contemplating his life. His life was brief, time was racing and eternity was only moments away. How many years had flown by in his life since any major event occurred in his life? Twenty? Thirty? Forty? Were his children still living? Do his childhood friends remember him fondly? Is he in the backdrop of their minds as they are in his? He could hardly keep track of the time anymore. His agonizing loneliness was so great that the only company that he could keep were those who visited him in his dreams. He had not been able to sleep this night. Something was keeping him awake and alert. But The Man could not quite figure out why he could not rest. Rest was the only solace he gained from his monotonous waking life.
By Dalton Merritt5 years ago in Poets
