Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I remember writing this poem back in high school or perhaps back even further. It references, ‘Claw’, a character from my first novel idea.
In psychology the loss of the hand in dreams is symbolic for the inability to change ones state of being, the feeling of helplessness, or the loss of hope. Having written a character with missing hands replaced by mettle claws was very telling of my mental state.
9th May 1995
by R.L. Neal
It’s like a cold prison in a world of light
Like a burning breath in a frozen night
All I want is to be free
From the faults in my personality
In a world of my design
Everything will have its time
And when attacked it seldom flaws
But reeks revenge with fiery claws
But when imbrased in friendship flight
Will laugh and dance throughout the night