Sorrow
Through the experiences of mortal life I have sought
A meaning to this sorrow,
An answer to the eternal secret, the reason why,
We seem to revel in its ever-present torment
Is it the empty faith of a paradisaical eternity?
Or are we all masochistic in our ways?
I sometimes curse myself, when lost in melancholy reveries
For working a soul in panic,
For certain am I, that tonight while in the midst of slumber
My body will cease to breathe and a soul will meet its demise
So much so, that sleep does not find me on most nights
Instead, a trance, not far from sleep
Where a mind continues it's musings in serenity
That it can awaken if so wished
I am often asked why I am reticent in my ways
To this I smile,
For there is not a word that I am privy to,
That can describe why,
Nor do I find the frustration that accompanies
The attempt to answer,
Worth the confusion that ensues the victim
Of my abstract ramblings,
So I smile a pleasant smile, although false like a mask
For some parts of the self,
Can not be explained by any means, tangible or not
So is the sorrow of life
Author notes
I'm going to go ahead and see if I can reach you through a suicidal poem. Not your everyday one I know. Cause I'm not EMO. Just hermit.
A contest entry
- Plethora Of Options by Play Pretend..
650 points, ended June 10, 2008, 27 entries
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Well, regardless of the content of the poem, i asked you twice to put your SN in the authors box, and you just replied "Suicide poem" twice. So sorry.
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It's a Suicidal poem...
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No, Your Screen Name, i'm not gold so i can't see them...
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Please put your SN in the authors Box.
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Suicide poem.
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