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The Age of Reason

Blackness,
Blackness -
Thick as the night -
Ebb's its way into my life.
                  Shadows curling,
                  Ghosts unfurling,
                  Bitterness sets the mind aghast.
                  The wraiths recur from a timeless past...
                                                                        ...sunlight filtered
                                                                        through gold Elm leaves,
                                                                        in times before
                                                                        this mind could grieve.
                                                                        Where play was play
                                                                        of great import -
                                                                        now occupied
                                                                        with childish sport.
               
                  TICK
                  TICK
                  as time rolls fast and
                  DRIP DRIP
                  the teardrops mask
                  the silent death,
                  the deadened heart
                  of this future where my lover parts.
Swung from the Elm
a young woman sways.
Her lover is mocked
and cries in dismay.
They have been punished
and now they have paid -
for society is still afraid.

Author notes

When I first penned this, I must've rewritten it a dozen times, and I expect to rewrite it more in the future.
It began as a kind of darkness, an inner despair that hadn't always been present. I begin to reminisce about some summery, happy past before reality swings back into view, where my girlfriend has killed herself and I am left to bear what others would call our 'shame' because our peers were not accepting of our relationship.
May I just say that this is not a true event - it is fictional and as I was writing, only then did the end develop as such. I didn't plan for it. But I do feel that by and large although there is general consensus that homosexuality is okay, in the privacy of people's own homes, in the pits of their minds, they think it is wrong. And that is perfectly alright - just don't force it on those who don't agree, namely we 'homos'.

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  • nobumagawaX
    January 21

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    wow!

    i realy like this poem the way it is,but i understand that when you do a poem you want it to mean what you want it to mean. i realy don't know what to feel from this poem..i am werid!!!! i like the way you rimed threw and the way you exsplaine things..as i was reading it i was feeling excitement and admireation. the story line was sad and deep and reallistic (not in a bad way..if that makes sense)....i hope i dident come out in a way that sounded like some ones pain is enjoyable to me...
    much so verry sorry if i do!!! x_x


  • poeticwaste
    January 21

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    Kudos.

    Nice write, and it is true... our society is lost in the fact that they must accept that everyone is different and that the goal for everyone should just be to live life happily.
    Again, wonderful write.