Characterless days pass.
Colorless suns blur.
Vacant, disingenuous smiles (creep in)
Though nothing in the soul stirs.
There are irises of gray in the heart of my eyes-
Leaden, staring glassily before my life's guise.
Groping past false charms,
Walls are revealed to be hollow.
Someone please take my arms.
Teach me how to follow.
I've been wandering through dark, dank forests,
Lost and alone.
It's time to let someone else take the lead.
Carry me home.
Fill me to the brim and core.
Set in me your lovely stores.
I don't know why the stab of sadness
Grows and jests.
I need help rooting out the lies, the tears, the hurts-
Before they infest.
It's like a disease has crept into my brain.
It whispers, "Be unhappy. Feel my discordant drain."
This heart longs for a beat.
It needs encouragement, strong and sweet.
Maybe the love
I so desperately crave
Will be enough to save me.
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I really like the first half of the poem (especially the line "There are irises of gray in the heart of my eyes"), but at the line "I don't know why the stab of sadness / Grows and jests," it starts to fall apart. Maybe it's too...loose. The first half is very confined, but the second half seems to lose that close-cut edge.
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Maybe yes, maybe no. Only what have we of thee acts of desperate people? Well written!
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Thank you. Yes, who knows? Maybe one of these days I'll have it all figured out.
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