andrew eisenschenk
filling his domain; contrite anguish.
he is separate from himself,
incomparably distant from all others.
his very nature, languid,
and
immersed in remorse.
anterior actions.
the precedent of moments
conjured together
throughout his thoughts.
astray.
as each day goes by
in seconds.
he is
burdened by years of solitude
in the bustling metropolis of a world,
where 'fair' exists only as
what is lacked,
and happiness is always
just another step against the current;
around the next corner.
stalled.
the years now without growth
adding to one another
over and over.
it drums against the hard-casing
of his skull, compressing
his lungs, beating against the rhythm
of his heart; eradicating
his vessel of this life.
to be seen so clearly.
the feeling so distinct.
what is worse, he knows, though
never allows
for acceptance of the fact,
is what he has lost,
which could have been gained.
for life is ever-changing
and ever present.
so
can there be space for such
penitence?
to filter out and dispose
of all that we can never forgive,
can never forget.
if only he were liquid
needing just to percolate
through and in between.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Make My Heart Cry by AbsoluteBrightness.
1400 points, ended November 7, 2008, 46 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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andrew - I am gald that I read your poem Waste -
Any writings that sidetrack me into deeper thoughts as I trod through them impress me and Waste is definite labyrinth of sidetracking, so kudos in the highest to you. You, I am thinking, you may enjoy a journey I wrote titled Oh Thoughts ( http://allpoetry.com/poem/3239956 ). Best wishes to you - billpoet
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I'm speechless
this was just wow...
completly amazing write
every word is so well placed
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I love that last stanza. It's very hard-hitting. This was really well-done, I liked it a lot!
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