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Twisted Light Extinguished


Stood at the fork of twin lanes,
one leads to death the other insane.
Which way to go? What is right?
eternal darkness or twisted light.

The need to feel anything at all,
even pain from a long fatal fall.
Emptiness swirls perforated and numb,
oblivion looms, roaring as it comes.

Transparent glaze covers my eyes,
life, a torrent of toxic laced lies.
Serpentine notions bubble and boil,
sanity unravelled then banished in recoil.

Time is ticking, decisions to be made,
scared and alone, to lost to be saved.
Shadow filled voids continue to scream,
moment has come to end this dream.

In dismal tunnels my welcome is found,
air rushed past as I speed to the ground.
Finally I get to feel, just one more time,
fractured and raw, I've paid for my crime

 

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  • Demington
    February 29, 2008

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    A very dark write.

    "to lost to be saved." "too lost to be saved."

    Not to be picky, but the little things are often overlooked.

    To the poem! It was very dark and very abstract. That alone will oft times lose many people unless they themselves have experienced the same, or at least similar, wonderment at such abstraction.

    I myself do not feel drawn to the poem. However, there is a sense of loss the more I read following the very interesting opening where you said...

    "Stood at the fork of twin lanes,
    one leads to death the other insane."

    The loss of hope is quite evident. However, there is a betrayal in the absolutist shade this vacancy represents. There is no such thing as complete hopelessness, this poem seems to say. To be completely hopeless you would have to have been without hope from the very beginning where you understood the necessity of the wisdom "I think therefore I am."

    Hope is like a disease, a great and wonderful epidemic that infects first one part of our life and then as many others as possible. Whether found in the blink of an eye where someone smiled unexpectedly, or a mighty sacrifice of money, body and soul that left you weeping for joy. Hopelessness is a sentimental abstraction, an impossibility. There is no such thing as hopelessness. Only the belief that it is gone.

    Hmm. Well, if you are done reading this book I apologize. But your poem made me think. And that is one of the greatest compliments I can give.

    Blessings,

    C


  • MusicMattnessLives
    February 28, 2008

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    wow. i liked it. i was amazed at the fork in the road. one leads to insanity. i know how it feels. good luck and good write.


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    February 27, 2008

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    Ohhhh... gosh hunny.. in probably a way different to which you mean this.. I can see some of myself in there and where I am at in my life right now. Fork in the road.. yet really only one path I can take, and the fear in that! Wow.. this actually brought tears to my eyes.

    Simply brilliant!!!!


  • PastelMoons gold member
    February 26, 2008

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    Another heart wrenching piece
    I love the depths from which you write
    this is what poetry should be!
    Outstanding!
    ~Pastel