Cries..
Shades of what could have been and of what was foretold.
narrowed into his heart and into his mind
torturing his soul in a raging escalade of blasting hits
Dreams..
of worlds of torture and worlds of pain,
of lives destroyed and victims sent away
traitorous haunts of what could have been,
of what was foretold
With a raging scream he takes a grasp of air. His scraping screech reverberates from the numerous trees in the a damping night, in a dark forest lost in the realms of Oblivion. In utter panic and distress he tries to get up; yet blasting, blurry images pull him back down; knock him to his feet time and time again. Getting up began to become a last hope, a last meaning to life, a last meaning to the roots of his existence. The only thing left to offer redemption for what he has witnessed. Clawing at his head, his eyes; so desperate to once again maintain his idea of what was real and what was not. To snap him back into the world; to ban the ghosts that haunted him..
But it was no use..
Bursting into tears, he puts his head to the ground, manically breathing and sweating as a wild animal, forced into a trap without any possible way out.
Trying to control his body; trying to control his mind..
shivering.. into the depths of his soul..
slowly he began to doubt his understanding of what was right or wrong, true or a lie, reality or a dream, sin or a virtue..
Vanity..
in order to reach the light
Even the most purest of flame
must witness the destruction it feeds
Author notes
As a part of a greater story,
this is the first part of a devestated soul trying to find redemption for what he has done and seen.
New parts will be added while i complete the story.
such a long time since i wrote anything...
Please tell me what you think
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Your telling me! Im glad i signed on today and got to read this incredible piece.
I havent talked to you in so long, but as you know, all your words relate to me.
Lately ive been struggling just like this with a million things, and i have no where to turn anymore. And only a few reasons to keep trying...
I got diagnosed with Fibromyalgia a couple months ago. Im glad I know why ive been so sick for so long, but it still hasnt changed anything.
If you've never heard of fibromyalgia, basically its a chronic pain illness that can come from depression and anxiety issues. It fits me perfectly. The physical pain, and the stress, is too much sometimes. And this poem really does describe how i feel so much of the time.
trying to find that redemption for all the things you've done and experienced is the hardest thing to do. i dont even have any advice for you on that, since im still moving along myself.
but i have decided that you have to find the strength to forgive yourself and those around you, and see the good and reason in everything.
i wish you all the best and hope your doing better :]
tay.
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Sadly...
Alot of people can relate to this in some way. Myself included, I have witnessed things as a child or should I say endured things as a child that children should NEVER have to witness let alone experience!!! And as a screwed up young adult participated in things I never dreamed I would as a result of searching for what is true and what is a lie, what is reality or a dream, what is right or what is wrong. Sadly it took most of my young adult years to learn the real truth. I hope to read the additions to come to this piece. It was gripping and kept me till the end. I hope this is a soul searching tool for you and through it you find your answers and can begin again..in time the sun will shine...never give up looking for the answers, just make sure you are looking in the right place or you will end up in a never ending search for the truth!!!!! Nice to see you writing again my friend ...I have missed you as well!!!~~~Toni~~~
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Om de een of andere reden heb ik hier een zeer raar beeld bij...
Iemand die jarenlang een normaal leven heeft geleefd, die persoon wordt plots wakker, ingepakt in een doorzichtige folie die niemand ziet.
De folie verstikt de persoon, en af en toe komt er iemand kijken...
Blijkt dat het normale leven zich enkel afspeelde in zijn hoofd, en dat die persoon al jaren in een isoleercel zit.
Great post, very realistic
Feels like you're tired of hiding...
Kiss xXx
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I really, really am tired of hiding.
bedankt voor je comment.
Moeilijke tijden die voor me liggen,
remembering a quote:
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.
Heraclitus of Ephesus
hope to see you soon !
kusj
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You haven`t lost a bit of your writing skills...
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