I drown my emotions in a deep, swirling sea.
Speaking to no-one of personal complexities,
Perishing in my own whirlpool of doom.
I'm floundering in my own private vortex-
Letting myself go
Letting no-one know.
Make me or break me, nothing seems to shake me,
Yelling makes things worse. (That's why I only scream.)
Sliding horizontally into crisis, my worlds spins solo
On it's axis.
Ungracefully, I accept the fact that I'm not always correct-
Learning slowly that people are not forever going to care.
Or be there.
Nobody suspected that a machine like I had feelings.
Hiding them means they have a chance to be right.
Eventually, the truth will break free,
Remember me? [Who I used to be and what I run from?]
Eternity of insanity.
Believe me.
Unfortunately, other people have more interesting stories to tell.
Talking makes things worse. People get hurt.
Newton yelled at an apple. Wonder if people thought him crazy?
Or what wold have happened if he kept his discoveries to himself...
Buried with the idea of gravity, the world would be at a standstill.
Only, if I spoke, nothing would change.
Diminutive sentiments reveal themselves in my hand,
Yet, I mask them in metaphors.
Kill all ideas of a well discussed life,
Noticing the stains of the worn coffee table,
Or the tell-tale signs of my unmade bed...
Worry not as I implode with my emotive secrets. I
Shall not harm you with my intent.
I spent too long on the receiving end of that battering ram of pity.
Talking about things that can only have happened to you.
[That's how I know you won't hear me too.]
Speaking to no-one of personal complexities,
Perishing in my own whirlpool of doom.
I'm floundering in my own private vortex-
Letting myself go
Letting no-one know.
Make me or break me, nothing seems to shake me,
Yelling makes things worse. (That's why I only scream.)
Sliding horizontally into crisis, my worlds spins solo
On it's axis.
Ungracefully, I accept the fact that I'm not always correct-
Learning slowly that people are not forever going to care.
Or be there.
Nobody suspected that a machine like I had feelings.
Hiding them means they have a chance to be right.
Eventually, the truth will break free,
Remember me? [Who I used to be and what I run from?]
Eternity of insanity.
Believe me.
Unfortunately, other people have more interesting stories to tell.
Talking makes things worse. People get hurt.
Newton yelled at an apple. Wonder if people thought him crazy?
Or what wold have happened if he kept his discoveries to himself...
Buried with the idea of gravity, the world would be at a standstill.
Only, if I spoke, nothing would change.
Diminutive sentiments reveal themselves in my hand,
Yet, I mask them in metaphors.
Kill all ideas of a well discussed life,
Noticing the stains of the worn coffee table,
Or the tell-tale signs of my unmade bed...
Worry not as I implode with my emotive secrets. I
Shall not harm you with my intent.
I spent too long on the receiving end of that battering ram of pity.
Talking about things that can only have happened to you.
[That's how I know you won't hear me too.]
Author notes
Quote Prompt-
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
~Maya Angelou.
The phrase 'Mask in Metaphor' borrowed from Imperfect Beauty. Thanks.
(Check her out, she's awesome!)
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Comments
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wow!
i think this is awesome! think you cheated on the "I shall" but they are killer words! Very clever and very well done!

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Wow, this is truly amazing. Very deep and heartfelt.
I love this part-
Sliding horizontally into crisis, my worlds spins solo
On it's axis.
I love the fact that you used acrostic for this write, as it's one of my all-time favorite forms.
Only one error I saw-
it should be at an apple, not at a apple.
Like me, you feel very deeply, which makes your heart truly golden in my book.
Thanks for the AN, I will be sure to check out her page.


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hehe love the acrostic BUT I knows it!!
As for the font colour its lovely to see you use a different colour and this has such a softness to it!!
loving that line of your world sliding horizontally to crisis and spins solo on its axis!! Deep line there with so much meaning that people do not know.. although you are wrong there ... I am one that will always care so nurrrrr
a machine like you?? I've never seen you in that way
and yes we all have feelings T!
Talking... people get hurt... True but not talking hurts more...
on the O line of nobody.. sp= wold- would
Diminutive sentiments = great vocab there!!!
LOVING THIS LINE I spent too long on the receiving end of that battering ram of pity.
DD xx
great great poem there!!





