Standing out in the frigid air
shivering violently chilled to the bone.
I'm just a lost soul and I'm walking a path
constantly straying and roaming alone.
All I can hear is the sound of the wind
all I can feel is the fall of the snow.
Though I am blinded by these harsh conditions
I feel at home when I'm dwelling so low.
I do have a companion
my trials and my frozen tears.
Now I lay down on the snow covered ground
surrounded by thought and succumbing to fears.
The state of the weather feels just like my soul
so dark and unpleasant and cold.
I choke on my sorrow and vomit regret
and say to myself "I feel like I'm getting old."
The party has ended a long time ago,
there are no songs left to sing.
I try to get up and move on from this doubt
but I'm overcome by the sting.
The drugs I had taken they start to kick in
and the thoughts start to slow in my head.
The fears seem to pass and the doubt seems to wane
for in less than an hour, I will be dead.
Share with me your interpretations.
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I dig this as well....you used awesome imagery in this. the 2nd stanza is my favorite.....keep it up...will be back to read anything new you write.
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Jeeze, once again I'm sitting here and I'm thinking "I really don't know how to form my thougths to words"
For one thing I am not going to "critique" because honestly I hate when people do that! And there is nothing to critique sooo... I keep thinking that the coldness, this winter you mention seems more like a symbolism.. is this right? You've done very well here expressing your thoughts, I like the part:
"The party has ended a long time ago,
there are no songs left to sing.
I try to get up and move on from this doubt
but I'm overcome by the sting."
I do also want to mention that trials and tears do not have to be your only companion.. I'm here
and even if I can't 100 per cent completely relate, I promise to always try and understand, and just listen. Thank You for sharing this with us here on AP.. I love coming on and reading your new work. (smile)
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As usual, this was done on impulse
I was really feeling the need to write a dark poem.
Yes, I'm very aware that you are here and I thank you for that. I remember after we'd hung up the phone last evening saying "it's almost as if there is so much oppression around me, and yet I remain content and unscathed."
As I aforementioned, it isn't the greatest time of year. Yes, in it's own way, the winter is a symbolism. It represents the dark, dank, weary, bleak time and essence that suorrounds me. Usually, I feel apart of this very essence. So in efforts to attempt recapturing this cold darkness, I tried to put a past me into this. I observed my cold surroundings and wrote of the essence it conveyed.
Thank you for your comments. As I've said countless times before, I love feedback, and unfortunately don't get it from that many people. -
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I know what you mean... when I first signed on at AP there were alot of people I could expect to leave feedback or comments from my work. Now? Maybe about 4 or 5 people, and alot of the time thats only after I ask them. Which goes back to our phrase of "people suck!" haha.
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