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Remaining

Tremble my fingers.
Race my heart.

Gouge my horror
From memory.


And if the starry night
Fades...

And if the sight
Remains...

Then my thoughts
Shall intertwine

With the horror.

Cease my fingers.
Be still my heart.

For if blackness
Consumes

The insanity shall
Evaporate

Upon the wind.

The coveted and the safe
Shall dissipate.

And all else...
      All else will remain.

Author notes

I suppose I should explain the meaning of this.

Truthfully, I'm not sure there is one.

The sense in this poem seems to be just beyond my grasp. I feel as if I have only a glimmer of its true implications. But then again, that might just be me.

At the very least, it has a sort of divide in it. It goes from wanting to remain alive and purge "the horror" to wishing to fade into nothingness so "the horror" and "insanity" disappear.

Whatever.

My poems never make sense, inside or outside my mind.

Deal with it.

Contest wise: No idea if this is at all what you were looking for. I'm not the best with literary devices...so I didn't exactly kill myself to put them in.
My insane mind wrote a poem...so here it is.

Take it as you will.

Prewrite also in this contest: Intoxicate My Insanity

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  • MJ Forgives
    September 11

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    It really is interesting. It makes me curious about what goes on your mind. I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering. Keep on writing! Peace and love!
    -Jess


  • NickBlaze
    April 23

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    I fear I fail to see the abstraction, however it could be taken as a complex metaphor to many different things. The entire poem may be a metaphor to boredom, to love, or to child abuse. It's all about how one takes the wording.

    The wording is not complex, either, nor are there many literary devices, thus limiting its true quality as a poem. Rather, it simply says what confusing emotions are floating within the narrator's mind.