Her eyes pierce through me,
I cannot hold myself back,
While the world crashes around
I breath in her sweet scent
Visions of hatred assault my eyes
While I try to convince myself
That life will ultimately prove to be -
In my favor against the insanity.
I am merely a man within this life, yet -
I cannot persuade such a beautiful being
To step through the darkness, and
Join my dance of damnation.
My damnation – sad, and pitiful in its
Incarnation – fallen divinity, struck by a
Warm and compassionate heart, cursed
By hatred for those not of this blood.
Yet, I know – simply another lost soul,
Trying to find their way through the storms,
Trying to etch a legacy within this life,
While trying to live a comfortable life.
It is here where life drags at me, pulls
Me down, and persuades me to step aside,
And let another take up this cup, pushing
Me back into the shadows – to loath.
And from the shadows, I admire, praise,
And loath this existence that has been
Given to me, but always knowing that
The keys to life have been given unto me.
Author notes
So much to say. So confused to say it. I am lost. The fact that I'm turning to poetry should be enough to prove how lost/confused I am. The above is "pure," and have very little revision. I do not expect any to read it as I'm not all too active on this site anymore, but I don't care.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmmmmm well - at least you are writing it out again. Thats a good thing.
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worry not
with apathetic interest and in my humble arrogant way.
i balance my own insanity, with a casual formality.
it's a comedic tragedy,
a Common abnormality.
please proceed with caution, it is dangerously safe.
but if you're a deaf listener, something might penetrate!
good to let it out good write.
~teddybare~
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Most agreed. I also post as therapy - not to be read or understood & certainly (for the most part) not for applause or trophies. I felt like this piece cleaned the closet for you - or at least gave a beginning to that project. I hope that it proved to be cathartic & shed some light on your troubles.
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If you feel lost and cinfused at least you put it out in a very good way. I don't post hoping to be read, I post as a form of cathartic therapy. Many of us spend all too much time in the shadows, we are what we are. Turning to poetry is not a weakness but rather a sign of an inner strength and desire to figure it all out.
An excellent write,
Peace be with you
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