Illustrious

Incessant, constant tugging of the sediment that keeps me bound

Forever I have to roam this place, chained, never to be found

Illusions tangible yet shimmering as they cackle words of despair

I try to find the melody between the screeching, maddening affair

I am confined to this rock, attached to the hardened surface by my wrists

Weighed down by past, trying desperately to resist

Through the tears, fist clenched, knowing I cannot break free

I quietly stop struggling to softly sing a melody

Through the lyrics and cadence I’m able to realize

That this void, this abyss endeavored to keep me hypnotized

Nodding my head, rhyming my verses, the shadows dissipate

I find myself surrounded by what I was trying to illustrate

Fresh music, fresh poems, broken down by the beauty inside

These limericks paint the world with our own alluring design

While the past may guide us and the present define us

We are what we say, we are what we write…illustrious.