Exhausting the days that drive on, one, and then again repeating
a heavy soul has no repose when left to dry on the rack like a wilted rose
once and for all in desperation, maybe
a last ditch cling to find some peace in my dreams
no pantomime just reconciling all the feelings inside
a caged animal now charging the bars
Screaming in isolation, contemplation, annihilation
adjusting thoughts upon hypocrisy, in this democracy it's all the same
lifting my eyes into horizons hidden by the mist
seeking the truth, herein lies a quiet martyr
no soul to barter when all hope scatters in vain
the dying wish for love is shattered and scarred
Now the silence deafens me, once my only imposed sanctuary
blinding evil takes form within comforts, tearing apart at my norm
a glimmer of light finds it's way into my heavy eyes
i pause a moment as the memories cast me back in time
reliving tragedy and wandering to find the answers
as i seek what once was and is no more
and so i quietly protest
why me?
Author notes
Prompt - Sleepwalker and Whispering Fingertips - Flyleaf *Lacey 
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i tried to do an opposite of the meaning in the song.
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Comments
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Wonderful thought that you penned here! It was great to read this and I thank you for sharing it with me. Good luck to you with it here!
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fantastic write
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I am not familiar with the song noted in the prompt, but the poem reminds me of early 20th century modernism with the personalization and driving rhythms of Beat Generation poetry. I am also put in mind of Johnny Cash's cover of "Rusty Cage" by Chris Cornell of Soundgarden.
The poem reviews the world through the poet's consciousness, at first merely stating what is observed, then speaking to its past and present effects on her, and ending with the plaintive, "why me?" In the end our objectivity is always subjected to our consciousness of self. It is not all about "me", but it sure feels that way!
There was a scene in a Sidney Poitier/Bill Cosby film "Uptown Saturday Night" in which the 2 buddies realized they were being scammed by the character played by Richard Pryor. They wanted to know why they should have been targeted, as in "why me?". The response was, "Why not you?". We are in the world, and the world is gonna get us at some point. Indeed as the poet notes, "in this democracy it's all the same."
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you astound me liz!!!!
i have no words except the many that flood my mind as each line resonates in my my head! you drag me into the pit of time and the darkness that i know...every single line and stanza connect with my soul and leave me wondering who the hell are you to write about such things when i alone own the darkness; i alone weep inwardly and inconsolably! I AM HEARTENED AND ASTOUNDED TO SAY THE LEAST! in fact i am left to wonder who the hell am i to think i own the only tickets to the darkness that sits and waits patiently...
i want to mention specific lines in particular but as i read and re-read i am confounded by the need to mention all of the lines written!
WOW- i am struck dumbfounded, like someone that thinks he knows everything and suddenly out of the blue has nothing to say. (speachless)
i am nobody ya know, just me, but i think that i have never read anything so profound as this. it is exactly like something i might have written but better by tenfold at least!
in your heart of hearts i think you will never be able to read anothers poetry without being disappointed because this is what i consider to be "soul peotry" as it strikes deeper than the stream of irrelevant nonsense you will find here.
i am nobody though, but this is how deeply it strikes me...
keep on keeping on liz!!!
and peace to you!
-dev
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you don't know happy i feel when i reach somebody with something i write. its like i get closer to them and i think its awesome if i can remind you that youre not alone in the darkness. ive probably had as much dark as light in my life, not like you have but some really dark stuff too and i guess sometimes its important to know that.
thanxu so much for your comment it made me feel great 
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if only you knew how close you come....
if only you knew how close you come to the darkness that i know. you wrote this so innocently on your part but spoke as if you were me there. as if you were the one left to die, as if you knew...
"exhausting the days that drive on, one, and then again repeating. a heavy soul has no repose when left to dry on the rack like a wilted rose." your words define me right here in the first sentence...
for me it speaks of my wife and children leaving me nine years ago. it is kinda mantic i know but still the correlation is striking to say the least.
for me every day is the same as the last and a twin of the next day that i know is to come to remind me of the emptiness that i live...
i dont blame her for leaving, she already has her own ghosts to deal with, she didnt need to be married to mine...
"lifting my eyes into horizons hidden by the mist, seeking the truth, herein lies a queiet martyr- no soul to barter when all hope scatters in vain. the dieng wish for love is shattered and scarred."
these simple words of yours are exactly the me that you know...
"reliving tragedy and wandering to find the answers as i seek what once was and is no more." this is my daily feast it seems; to relive tragedy; the unspeakably terrible things i know and be unable to reconcile these memories to the past when they are my daily horrors each day and always when i sleep.
"and so i quietly protest- why me?" this is golden! the only truth i live with is just this hovering thought painted in blood across the years that i have known. every day i ask this simple question and no god bothers to take his/her/its time to answer me.
but here you are, a friend, and that is good enough for me!
stay cool and thanx for being here and touching me with your words!
-dev
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Maybe God wrote this for you through me. Most of the stuff i write its almost as if im just watching it become, like visions when you meditate. i only know a little tiny piece of the darkness you do and i pray for you too, i know you dont think that does anything but i do anyway. its hard to believe in something you cant see and faith is even harder to find when your in such darkness and i understand that. ive had other dark things happen to me in my life and some so bad i didnt want to believe in God anymore either because if i did it would mean God let me get hurt. i got past that but it took time and cutting and being depressed for a while. You have lots of good in you, even with all the tragedy you gotta deal with youre a good person and thats your power you got that nobody can ever take from you. im really happy i touched you with my write
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Inspired by your favorite band, eh? Well, daughter, you have done a wonderful job on this!...
love the lines:
"lifting my eyes into horizons hidden by the mist
seeking the truth, herein lies a quiet martyr
no soul to barter when all hope scatters in vain
the dying wish for love is shattered and scarred"
You rock,
Lynda
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thanxu Mom
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