Just pull the shroud down and cover my eyes
Ignore the cobwebs that have grown so thick
Gather to me all of my faulty tries
Give me this last time to make myself sick
My words just bleed out my remaining faith
When the lies I have told conceal all things
There is nothing left, I've become a wraith
Just a phantom waiting for what death brings
These fragments of memory scar my soul
As caring voices all turn to static
I have lost myself; I have lost control
Alone and facing a life so tragic
The lesson just a bitter souvenir
Of all I have lost that I held so dear
Author notes
Angry and lost, this shows how circular my muse is... I have returned to where I started and I'm pissed about it.
Written January 19th, 2006
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i love it.. it shows pain..
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Bitter...like those herbs before passover.
Okay, I go to a catholic high school, even though I'm not catholic. It gets drilled into my brain every day for forty minutes. Not my fault.
Bitter, like old lipstick. Better?
This reminded me why a good sonnet is ten times better than any free verse. Meter is the best...and I wish I could learn how to be this amazing at writing in structure. But structure doesn't really like me...
But this also reminded me about how much I love sonnets, and how much I missed them, and how you brought me one (well, not specifically me, but I read it) that was depressing and beautiful and depressingly beautiful and beautifully depressing...but you get the idea. Your words are your own, and it works.
Sorry about your muse, though. I'm having a spat with mine.
I can't decide if it's a girl or a boy.
thanks
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Bitter...like those herbs before passover.
Okay, I go to a catholic high school, even though I'm not catholic. It gets drilled into my brain every day for forty minutes. Not my fault.
Bitter, like old lipstick. Better?
This reminded me why a good sonnet is ten times better than any free verse. Meter is the best...and I wish I could learn how to be this amazing at writing in structure. But structure doesn't really like me...
But this also reminded me about how much I love sonnets, and how much I missed them, and how you brought me one (well, not specifically me, but I read it) that was depressing and beautiful and depressingly beautiful and beautifully depressing...but you get the idea. Your words are your own, and it works.
Sorry about your muse, though. I'm having a spat with mine.
I can't decide if it's a girl or a boy.
thanks
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This sounds like discouragement in a nutshell. Each stanza has its tale of failure.
It is a very bitter feeling, I'm sorry.
I like the rhymes in this sonnet, and the emotions are immediate. The meter, you know.
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A very meaningful write. Great Poem
A really sad and meaningful poem that touched my heart, as I could feel some of the pain that you could too. A good Write I have one too similar to this check out Immortal Death. xx
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