Dragged limping frame across
the deserted finish line.
Disregarded the faith of loved ones
as they valiantly urged on.
It’s desolate on the other side isn’t it?
Cold and dim, a wasteland surrounded by
a thrashing sea of regret-
And all devoted allies have left
Only negligence to the objective.
Faced with the timeless realization-
the wrong battle was fought,
the wrong race was run,
so intent on the prize,
the family was failed.
Now accomplished, was it worth it?
Does the lone jewel sparkle with the same love
father had?
Does the gold gleam with the simple pride
of just knowing the blood-bond?
Are the soulified bruises relieved when
gazing upon the absurd trinket?
Was it rewarding, sacrificing the very
lifeblood for menial ambition?
Now alone, Tell how that piece
of filth comforts in the darkness.
Does it tell of how proud it is?
Does it whisper it’s unconditional love?
Does it swear to never deny anything and
protect from every evil?
Does it smother in it’s unyielding
embrace- Clasping so firmly
that breathing is stopped, and yet somehow
life goes on enclosed in absolution?
Instead of awakening to the screams
of a damned existence,
and continuing to drift
listlessly in cursed reality.
Author notes
This was written based on the neurotic regret I had having to choose which parent to live with, and whether my goals would benefit them.
Written July 10th, 2005
A contest entry
- Enrapture and Intoxicate by FlipperSwitch.
670 points, ended May 13, 2008, 28 entries
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I like that this poem makes me re-read it and go through what it means to me. Thanks for entering.
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I have no clue what to say. LOL that is a first for me so be proud of yourself. Anyways, the poem has left me well indifferent. I don't even know what feelings I have from this. But it is a good poem. Keep up the great work. Steph
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I think you did a very good job of expressing your feelings on this very difficult situtation. I hope things are working out for you.
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When reading this I was quickly taken back to a family of terrible dysfunction...abuse...greed...and then some. This would be my own. And though separately by choice from it all, this poem brought it all back. Powerful write!
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Are the soulified bruises relieved when
gazing upon the absurd trinket?
Was it rewarding, sacrificing the very
lifeblood for menial ambition?
those are my favorite lines...why? i don't know. i can't really put my finger on it. it's so beautiful and so simple and so TRUE! how many times have people fought over something regarded as a trinket? look at the trojan war! Menelaos thought of Helen as only a trinket and used her as an excuse to go to war! AH!!! drives me nuts. but your poem can stretch across the ages and across cultures and still be just as beautiful. well done. i thoroughly enjoyed it and you thoroughly deserve an applause. -
I'm not sure how this made me feel - sortof twisted and torn.
Well done.
Val
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