Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd September 2015 9:32pm
WINNER
calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and Thunderhorse14
Ending Self Destruction
calamitygin said:Im flabergasted. Thanks good Gahddess, Crimson, congrats and Thunderhorse. Great comp! Beautiful pieces everyone.
You're welcome. I identified with your struggle. I can't tell you how often I've felt the way you describe in this passage:
"I want, no, i need to get better.
My life no longer has meaning.
I no longer feel like a human being.
Just the walking dead."
This morning I did.
You're welcome. I identified with your struggle. I can't tell you how often I've felt the way you describe in this passage:
"I want, no, i need to get better.
My life no longer has meaning.
I no longer feel like a human being.
Just the walking dead."
This morning I did.
Why?
(My two cents)
Inspired by:
“I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.”
― Hermann Hesse
When someone I trust
one who’s been to hell
just barely escaping
tells me don’t go there
yet I still plan a visit
by what madness am I driven?
Am I so audacious?
believing that I am impervious
when my path is strewn
with ruined lives
annihilated souls
survivors left lonely
It is not a weakness
to learn from other’s mistakes
but still I thrust my hand in the fire
I’m not ready to die
paradoxically I do all I can
to speed death’s coming
Though not by me
I am loved
no external reason exists
to warrant self-destruction
how vain am I to argue
that I am irrelevant?
Hence the comprehensible
ludicrous nature
of self-loathing
(My two cents)
Inspired by:
“I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.”
― Hermann Hesse
When someone I trust
one who’s been to hell
just barely escaping
tells me don’t go there
yet I still plan a visit
by what madness am I driven?
Am I so audacious?
believing that I am impervious
when my path is strewn
with ruined lives
annihilated souls
survivors left lonely
It is not a weakness
to learn from other’s mistakes
but still I thrust my hand in the fire
I’m not ready to die
paradoxically I do all I can
to speed death’s coming
Though not by me
I am loved
no external reason exists
to warrant self-destruction
how vain am I to argue
that I am irrelevant?
Hence the comprehensible
ludicrous nature
of self-loathing
