Margaret Sok

I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart

743

Writings

161

Followers

Following

Margaret Sok

I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart

743

Writings

161

Followers

Following

Whispering Fog

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The heavy, cloaking fog

Casts the grass a dull green.

With it’s mysteriousness

And wispy wings,

It glides along the streets,

Whispering secrets

And telling stories

Long ago forgotten....

The Key

Margaret Sok

2 min read

_Enya, _

_Do not be afraid, but someone knows what you hold within you. I am coming to protect you. But since distance parts us, I ask you stay indoors at night and never leave your wariness behind. Be aware, someone knows. _

_~Caspian _

I stare at the words while my head swirls with questions.

_Someone knows. _

My heart drops at the mere sight of those two words. Someone knows that I hold the...

A Clay Statue

Margaret Sok

1 min read

From the ground and the running waters

Clay is made.

From the ground and the running waters

A man is formed.

With delicate, yet sharp features

All in gray.

Streaming strokes of hair

From his face stray.

I try to form his strength

In his body, yet not apart

From his inner

fragile heart.

He is beauty,

Many come to adore.

From the earth he was made,

But by me he was born....

Poetry

A Prophecy Foretold

Margaret Sok

1 min read

“_The girl crowned in gold, is the one we must behold to finish what is foretold…_”

“Death?”

They laugh in unison.

I stare blankly in fear at the two students pouring over the large ancient book recently brought into the museum for studying.

“It’s strange, isn’t Claudia’s hair gold?” Renee wonders.

Charles looks at her with a thinking brow, then bursts into excitement. “Yes, yes yes yes. Wait, ...

The Beast

Margaret Sok

1 min read

“The key is above the coffin gilded in gold,” I repeated to myself, walking in the darkness, feeling the stone wall to navigate my way down the spiral staircase into a cave cemetery.

A small candle with a flickering flame helps lead me into the cobwebs and dust.

“I’m doing this for you, Leo,” I whispered to myself, thinking back that Leo desperately needed this key to unlock a chest he assured wa...

An Unfortunate Story

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Rain splashes on my face, waking me up from a deep sleep.

I open my eyes to find myself in an ashen field, raining with blood.

My eyes widen at the streaks of crimson blood running down my face…but it is not mine.

I look around.

A battle field filled with bodies and a few survivors.

“Captain, we have to report back!” A soldier shouts to me.

I freeze.

Captain is the name of my main character...

Unknown Of Me

Margaret Sok

1 min read

“What did you do?”

I morphed myself in something of your liking,

Polishing my dullness

And sanding my sharpness.

“What did you do?”

I changed my likings for you,

Pretending to enjoy the sun

When really I’d rather it rain.

“What did you do?”

I sacrificed my life

For you to turn and leave

Me in broken pieces, unknown of who I am....

Poetry

The Aftermath

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I watch myself fade

Into something so unmade—

Fragments of pain

Pierce me with vain.

The aftermath will forever

Be the sole sever,

Cutting my skin

Reminding me of what could’ve been....

Tulips

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The paved street is empty as I walk slowly through the morning mist. The sun is just starting to rise, casting the stone a golden gleam.

I inhale the fresh scents of lavender and rose growing on the corners of the street, swaying in the gentle breeze.

Suddenly a heavy feeling settles on my chest, like a stone resting its weight on my heart. The tulips in the cafe window bring me this feeling of ...

I miss you Mom

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Alone I walk the path near the lake, feeling the warmth of the sun baking my cheeks.

I hear the soft whoosh of waves and the quiet singing of birds.

I am at peace, hoping to feel this joy for longer than a moment.

My eyes draw over the horizon and then land on a mother watching her children playing in a small field of grass.

The scene causes me stop. My heart strains and my eyes burn.

Suddenl...