I'm all alone
here again tonight
I was warned
what not to do
Spent time wondering
just how did I fall
out of time
wondering why again
No reason or rhyme again
no answers from within
no comfort from without
the Darkness calls again
No other way to be
When the morning sun
has broken through the night
will there still be life
Am I an actor
preparing for death
has life been spared
by a hairs breadth
Took it all too soon
how did it all become
so obscene
play the game again
To feel somehow real again
Did I create all of this
why can't I turn the page
I hold the book in hand
Yet, history remains....
When the morning sun
has broken through the night
there will still be life
Author notes
How about a fairly fresh pre-write, just on the shelf.
Many have spoken about how we are actors on a stage, how long do we go on letting others write our line for us? This is concerning my own battle for self and seeking happiness in who "I" am. I finally am.......
Peace
A contest entry
- Show Me What You've Got! by SpeakLove93.
600 points, ended May 5, 84 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What reflections of the past to you see?
Comments
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there is a stirring quality to this, a meandering essence, i LOVE the third verse, you are quite the poet
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Thanks for the read and comment littlefish, glub. Wrote this during a particularly dark part of my life. Only revised and posted recently. Thanks for the comp.
Peace
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Do ya want to know
whats gone wrong inside of me,
and the battle for my soul to carry on....
it's a long way to heaven,
if your soul ain't free..
but it's a quick trip to no where,
the devil and me.
Your words inspired that little diddy.....
the ebb and flow toward the light...
one step forward and seven miles back
just excellent!
...why cant i turn the page,
...i hold the book in my hand.
That nailed the piece...placed perfectly it just nailed it....
we got the power ...we decide what road...its the small exists we rarely have a say in....
sometimes it's the way back that lends to confusion.
Great Great work....
the philosophy of the philosopher....
it is something i always keep my ear on...
that is why i read your work...
it is a progression and regression and progression again of life.
Liam
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Thanks Brother,
I wrote this and had an unusual amount of hesitation concerning whether to post it or not. This cuts very close to the bone. I shall continue the struggle towards that which I believe to be right, it pisses off those who would hold me back.
Peace,
Michael
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Beautiful
This is a beautiful write. Dark and yet not at the same time. Your metaphores work very well with the piece. It also flows well. Nice job and thank you for entering! -
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Thanks much for the comment, appreciate it greatly. Life is not as dark as it once was, still the shadows remain.
Peace
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Oh, this was so beautiful. One of the best of your that I've read. I hope that I can soon let others stop writing the lines and just 'be.'
Blessed Be,
Rachele
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Thanks Lady,
This took a bit more effort than I am used to. I kept seeing the ageing veteran of the stage as his roles dwindle and more people say, when upon seeing his name in the program for some bit part, "I thought he died". I guess I did die, I cast off that part of me that I wished to be done with. Now I am reborn.
Glad you enjoyed this, I wrote it several months ago and just worked up the courage to expose myself again to the poetical society.
Peace be with you my Sister,
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And Blessed Be to You. "I thought he died" could never be applied to you.
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